What's The Holdup?

There will lie a few too many lies
If you decide to let that one just lie
Your fortune says your path will lay
At the bottom of a river
I hope you decide to change your mind
And swim there if you dare

Love won't hold your face up
I'm sure that it will dry up
Outer space won't hold my face up
Your face won't hold your smile up

Scratch, scratch, scratchin' in the attic
"Are they rats or ghosts?"
Midnight snack for them, not me is scaring me the most
But I lay there, my back's bare
And I let them make their minds up
And see how I will wind up
They nibble then they let up
And show me to their set up
My house is not my home now
I stepped out of the "grand show"
Performing for my audience
That says I taste like peppermints

Close the curtains face the back
Stage right, stage wrong, stage through the cracks
Flashlights become dental lights
As they perform cannonball flights
Close the curtains face the back
Stage right, stage wrong, stage through the cracks
Flashlights become dental lights
As they perform cannonball flights
It's exciting when they say goodnight.



Credits
Writer(s): Lane Barrington
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