There's Money In the Walls
It's been 30 days, maybe 34
Since I left my house, tossed and grown out
The fires burn below
Pistons creak and groan
Under my feet the tension grows
Built up like the leaves around my door
They can say it better than I can
After months of neglect
I can start over again if I would just let it
This is how we live, when we live somewhere
With quiet nights inside making plans to make a life
To keep it all safe inside and outside
Dear anyone, do you know what that's like
Remembering all of it
Our building pieces stacked on top
Hanging over each other and packed in
Keep it simple
Keep it
When you don't go on
Your song lives on
When I don't go on
The channel turns against the keel
There's no turning back
Thumbing my buttons
Nervously in my bed under cold sheets
Hiding the thunder inside of me
My young wife made this shirt
I'm turning in the surf
With my hat in my hand and my feet off the ground
At least it's a start
If it has to be, I'll starve on my own payroll
Trying to make living better
I think that was the goal
The oils moves, feeds the machine, the pressure builds
The war outside is rattling
Pushes smoke out past the rings
My heart's been dreaming about sparks
This heavy pull is strengthening my last resolve
It's all burnt up
The fire's gone
You can have it all
Since I left my house, tossed and grown out
The fires burn below
Pistons creak and groan
Under my feet the tension grows
Built up like the leaves around my door
They can say it better than I can
After months of neglect
I can start over again if I would just let it
This is how we live, when we live somewhere
With quiet nights inside making plans to make a life
To keep it all safe inside and outside
Dear anyone, do you know what that's like
Remembering all of it
Our building pieces stacked on top
Hanging over each other and packed in
Keep it simple
Keep it
When you don't go on
Your song lives on
When I don't go on
The channel turns against the keel
There's no turning back
Thumbing my buttons
Nervously in my bed under cold sheets
Hiding the thunder inside of me
My young wife made this shirt
I'm turning in the surf
With my hat in my hand and my feet off the ground
At least it's a start
If it has to be, I'll starve on my own payroll
Trying to make living better
I think that was the goal
The oils moves, feeds the machine, the pressure builds
The war outside is rattling
Pushes smoke out past the rings
My heart's been dreaming about sparks
This heavy pull is strengthening my last resolve
It's all burnt up
The fire's gone
You can have it all
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Smith
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