The Eaves

Listen to my crooked eyes

They could never say goodnight

Another honey's gold

Pianos bangin around our brains

Your heaven's gonna get rearranged

And someone's gonna call

It 's not the worst time

To feel the curse of my bloodline

And I'm not sorry

We had a blast

It's not the first time

I felt the weight of the world down my spine

It's all glory

I can see my last

In the eaves

The sky's getting too bright to see

Let's sit around the house and get funny

I'm tired of kissin palms and huggin coats

No matter what the doctors see

It's only clinical disbelief

Then all our cars are full