I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light
The time has come for colds & 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 staring.
Please know we do this cause we care & not for the thrill.
Collect calls to home to tell them that
I realize that everyone who lives will someday die & die alone.
And we won't let you in.
Though we're down & out.no
We won't let you in.
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 hallow.
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews & 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 & out.
We won't let you in. & we won't let you in.
We don't want what isn't ours. We won't let you in. 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.
