The House Across the Street

The house across the street's been playing your favourite song
I tried to dance but my feet won't fake it
You sense something's off
I'm bored
Are you too?
Am I bored of you?

A stolen glance
An open arm
A disco ball lights a weathered porch
A tender touch
A crooked frame
Holds a washed out photo of a teenage flame
A corded phone
Left hanging low
The flashing glow of an answerphone
A life lived full
With tales so tall
I see it now
At curtain call

The house across the street's been playing your favourite song
I tried to dance but my feet won't fake it
You sense something's off
I'm bored
Are you too?
Am I bored of you?

You know, I haven't slept for days
I reckon I should get that checked some day
Those window panes show all the things I'm not
Sometimes it's worse to stay than run

The house across the street's been playing your favourite song
I tried to dance but my feet won't fake it
You sense something's off
I'm bored
Are you too?
Am I bored of you?

Of you
Of you
Of you (fake it!)
Aren't you?



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Martin, William Nicola-thompson, Caitlin Whitley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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