Basement Tapes
When the sun comes up on the morning hate
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
When the people come, but they take your place
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
There's an eye on every face you see now
And they don't only dream now
There's a mouth on every face you see now
And they don't only scream now
But you're like the innocent among us
They search for an occasion to flirt with temptation
When the sun comes up on the morning hate
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
When the people come, but they take your place
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
There's always that one person
With whom you share dark secrets
You keep them safe from the demons
Until you fall to pieces
But just like the innocent among us
We search for all occasions to flirt with temptation
You never look back and you'll forget the place you left
But you'll miss all the people and you can't get them out of your head
Never look back and you'll forget the place you left
But you'll miss all the people and you can't get them out of your head
When the sun comes up on the morning hate
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
When the people come, but they take your place
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
When the people come, but they take your place
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
There's an eye on every face you see now
And they don't only dream now
There's a mouth on every face you see now
And they don't only scream now
But you're like the innocent among us
They search for an occasion to flirt with temptation
When the sun comes up on the morning hate
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
When the people come, but they take your place
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
There's always that one person
With whom you share dark secrets
You keep them safe from the demons
Until you fall to pieces
But just like the innocent among us
We search for all occasions to flirt with temptation
You never look back and you'll forget the place you left
But you'll miss all the people and you can't get them out of your head
Never look back and you'll forget the place you left
But you'll miss all the people and you can't get them out of your head
When the sun comes up on the morning hate
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
When the people come, but they take your place
I'll know what to do with my basement tapes
Credits
Writer(s): Giacomo Ruckdeschel
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