Four-Letter Day
I wanna make a movie
I wanna write a play
About everything that happened
On this four-letter day
Dogs are barking loud
At the cars on the interstate
I wanna make a movie
I wanna make a play
About every little thing
That happened to day
And the honeymoon state is gone
It burned to the ground
This is a tragedy
This is a war
Or is it love
I don't know
So why am I alone in this life
The color of the sky will raise the dead from the ground
I wanna make a record
I wanna sing a song
About everything that happened
Since I've been gone
And I'm writing this hopes that your bet has been made
I wanna make a record
I wanna sing a song
About everything that happened
Since I've been gone
And I'm writing this to say I was scared
This is a tragedy
This is a war
Or is it love
I don't know
So why am I alone in this life
The color of the sky will raise the dead from the ground
Why can't I just be alright
Have a nine-to-five and live my life
(I was a glorious mistake, I wasn't glorious enough)
Why am I alone in this life
The color of the sky will raise the dead from the ground
I wanna make a movie
I wanna make a play
About everything that happened
On this four-letter day
The days are getting strange
I think I'm falling awake
I wanna write a play
About everything that happened
On this four-letter day
Dogs are barking loud
At the cars on the interstate
I wanna make a movie
I wanna make a play
About every little thing
That happened to day
And the honeymoon state is gone
It burned to the ground
This is a tragedy
This is a war
Or is it love
I don't know
So why am I alone in this life
The color of the sky will raise the dead from the ground
I wanna make a record
I wanna sing a song
About everything that happened
Since I've been gone
And I'm writing this hopes that your bet has been made
I wanna make a record
I wanna sing a song
About everything that happened
Since I've been gone
And I'm writing this to say I was scared
This is a tragedy
This is a war
Or is it love
I don't know
So why am I alone in this life
The color of the sky will raise the dead from the ground
Why can't I just be alright
Have a nine-to-five and live my life
(I was a glorious mistake, I wasn't glorious enough)
Why am I alone in this life
The color of the sky will raise the dead from the ground
I wanna make a movie
I wanna make a play
About everything that happened
On this four-letter day
The days are getting strange
I think I'm falling awake
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Cain
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