Credits
Lyrics
Pictures left in boxes
The trucks will be here soon
You're sitting on the floor
You said bye to every room
& i wonder if we're fixing
What ain't been broke before
& when start to answer
They're knocking at the front door
Oh well, we tried
Your mother's intuition
The brake light's scarlet glow
You're miles from your old shit
But it follows like a shadow
& i'm blocking out the moon
With the corner of my thumb
& i wonder if he wishes
He was bright just like the sun
Heaven knows he tries
