St. Francis and the Wolves
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When you ain't drank half your body in rye
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When the wolves aren't searching up your spine
Will you still say "I love you, goddammit alright"
When the syrup bottle's plastic and the sitcoms are trite
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When the menu seems different and they don't serve all night
And St. Francis
He dances
In an old dining car
And I can't say
What I need
Without leaning in too far
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When you come across your old wedding ring
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When we can't name the ghosts that eat at our night
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When we're too scared to laugh, too tired to cry
And St. Francis
He manages
An old tire store
And I can't say
What I need
Without leaning in for more
And I'd lick the light of the moon
If it would mean anything
If it would mean that you'd stay
And I'd lick the light of the moon
If it would mean anything
If it would mean that you'd stay
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When the wolves aren't searching up your spine
When you ain't drank half your body in rye
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When the wolves aren't searching up your spine
Will you still say "I love you, goddammit alright"
When the syrup bottle's plastic and the sitcoms are trite
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When the menu seems different and they don't serve all night
And St. Francis
He dances
In an old dining car
And I can't say
What I need
Without leaning in too far
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When you come across your old wedding ring
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When we can't name the ghosts that eat at our night
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When we're too scared to laugh, too tired to cry
And St. Francis
He manages
An old tire store
And I can't say
What I need
Without leaning in for more
And I'd lick the light of the moon
If it would mean anything
If it would mean that you'd stay
And I'd lick the light of the moon
If it would mean anything
If it would mean that you'd stay
Will you still say "I love you, goddamnit alright"
When the wolves aren't searching up your spine
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Writer(s): Michael Young
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