Twilight Sad Cold Days From The Birdhouse
Another hotel
with ruined plans
Romantic gesture
withruined plans
And so you make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
You make it your own
Another phone call
with ruined plans
Romantic gesture
with ruined plans
And so you make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
You make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
And your red sky at night won't follow me
It won't follow me now
I wont wear your shoes
And I wont clip your wings
I see it when you lied
We all look so surprised
And will you come back?
You come back
And breathing in smoke signs
Like a puppet told to drive
And will you come back?
You come back
And your red sky at night won't follow me
It won't follow me now (x3)
And your red sky at night won't follow me
You won't follow me now
So where are your manners? (repeat untill end)
