Letra

The time has come for colds and overcoats. We're quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home Another week away, my greatest fear I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring Know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize That everyone who lives will someday die and die alone And we won't let you in though we're down and out No we won't let you in, you win, you win, you win I wrote more postcards than hooks, I read more maps than books Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took Every minute is a mile. I've never felt so hollow I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles My secrets for a buck, Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage Yes, I am paid to spill my guts I won't see home till spring, oh, I would kill for the Atlantic But I am paid to make girls panic while I sing And we won't let you in though we're down and out No we won't let you in And we won't let you in, we don't want what isn't ours We won't let you in, you win, you win, you win, you win And the coastline is quiet While we're quietly losing control Yes, we're silent but sure we inventened the cure That will wash out my memories of her "The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered, the water is red" like you, like you And we won't let you in though we're down and out No we won't let you in And we won't let you in, we don't want what isn't ours We won't let you in, you win, you win, you win
Writer(s): Vincent Accardi, Jesse Thomas Lacey, Brian Marc Lane, Garrett James Tierney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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