Girlyman Fall Stories
On the roof, underneath the lines of planes,
Their landing lights turning the sky
All red and green
Playing it cool,
Not calling
It's as though I don't care for
The unbroken surface of the water
The sound of your voice
When you stop talking
September's still Summer, but the nights are like Fall.
Tell me your Fall Stories,
Every time you broke your heart.
Your love comes out your hands.
It all comes out of your hands.
Make me remember who I am.
It always felt like a tunnel,
Everything was so small.
The angels hung around you
In the back seat of your car.
Traffic and watching,
My arm over you breathing,
Just turn around and let me.
Just turn around and let me.
September's still Summer, but the night's are like
Fall.
Tell me your Fall Stories,
Every time you broke your heart.
Your love comes out your hands.
It all comes out of your hands.
Make me remember who I am.
Your love comes out your hands.
It all comes out of your hands.
Make me remember who I am.
