Lyrics

We call that old cabin the Whippoorwhill Drawing up plans from wicker thrones All of the best ideas they come from you You let me find them on my own And we parade them into every room And when you leave I let them go All my kingdom for a weekend All our kingdoms slip away Another draft in your apartment Catch the smell of rust and pine Mixing in winter coffee cansiters Gin up a spell that stalls for time All my kingdom for a weekend All our kingdoms slip away All of your favorite time it comes from me So you put it on your calender Try to save it in your phone All my kingdom for a weekend All our kingdom slip away
Writer(s): Donald Lewis Mitchell, David Culver Senft, Auyon Mukharji, Harris Andrew Paseltiner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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