Cowboydämmerung
There were hairs on the back of my neck
There were eyes in the back of my eyes
And I could see clear in the back of my mind
A plan slowly folding
My legs were spread out wide
I straddled the continental divide
I was riding the Rocky Mountains high
The peaks were poking at my insides
Let me take a breath
Let me give it back
Cause you can believe me
When I'm breathing with you
You were a tattered teddy bear
You were a hundred feet of phone wire
That the cat had chewn through on more than one occasion
You were a shoe, you were a twelve-sided die
You were a blank Scrabble tile
You were my favorite thing in the house
You were my favorite house for miles
Open your mouth
I'll apply mine
Oh you can believe me
When I'm breathing for you
You were lemonade, I was ice
We were ice cold lemonade
And we tarted up the day
When it was too hot outside for breathing
We we drank and we were drunk
We sank and we were sunk
Panicked and punked, outflanked and flunked
We were high-flying, high-fived, high-energy beats
And the drum machines clocked out our dreams
In high-tech lockstep unison
We synced our lips, our lips made a hit
And we buzzed and buzzed and buzzed
And buzzed and buzzed and buzzed and
And everything I said
I'll need it back
Oh you can believe me
When I'm leaving you
Yeah you can believe me
Cause I'm leaving you
There were eyes in the back of my eyes
And I could see clear in the back of my mind
A plan slowly folding
My legs were spread out wide
I straddled the continental divide
I was riding the Rocky Mountains high
The peaks were poking at my insides
Let me take a breath
Let me give it back
Cause you can believe me
When I'm breathing with you
You were a tattered teddy bear
You were a hundred feet of phone wire
That the cat had chewn through on more than one occasion
You were a shoe, you were a twelve-sided die
You were a blank Scrabble tile
You were my favorite thing in the house
You were my favorite house for miles
Open your mouth
I'll apply mine
Oh you can believe me
When I'm breathing for you
You were lemonade, I was ice
We were ice cold lemonade
And we tarted up the day
When it was too hot outside for breathing
We we drank and we were drunk
We sank and we were sunk
Panicked and punked, outflanked and flunked
We were high-flying, high-fived, high-energy beats
And the drum machines clocked out our dreams
In high-tech lockstep unison
We synced our lips, our lips made a hit
And we buzzed and buzzed and buzzed
And buzzed and buzzed and buzzed and
And everything I said
I'll need it back
Oh you can believe me
When I'm leaving you
Yeah you can believe me
Cause I'm leaving you
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Piuma
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