TV Screen
Everybody's talking 'bout this world that don't exist
About these dreams we can't resist
We don't believe in them anymore
And the road we travelled had some cracks
It all unravelled behind our backs, babe
Behind our backs, babe
But if you ever see me on the TV screen
I'm still concerned I failed that test
Can I sit down, I need a rest
You gave me gold, I made a mess
I made a mess, I made a mess
Then I took a stand, paid what I owed
I kicked that can right down the road
I'm back in bed where I feel where I feel safe
Where I feel safe, babe
But if you ever see me on the TV screen
If you ever see me on the TV screen
If you ever see me on the TV screen
I still won't be happy
First night alone, you came along
I sang you a Townes Van Zandt song
No place to fall 'till I found you
'Till I found you, babe
Do I still have time to acquiesce?
I wouldn't mind if you confessed
There's too much pain, too much unrest
Way too much pride I don't possess
And the time that matters slips right by
I never even looked it in the eyes
Can't fight the urge to drift away
To drift away, babe
But if you ever see me on the TV screen
If you ever see me on the TV screen
If you ever see me on the TV screen
I still won't be happy
About these dreams we can't resist
We don't believe in them anymore
And the road we travelled had some cracks
It all unravelled behind our backs, babe
Behind our backs, babe
But if you ever see me on the TV screen
I'm still concerned I failed that test
Can I sit down, I need a rest
You gave me gold, I made a mess
I made a mess, I made a mess
Then I took a stand, paid what I owed
I kicked that can right down the road
I'm back in bed where I feel where I feel safe
Where I feel safe, babe
But if you ever see me on the TV screen
If you ever see me on the TV screen
If you ever see me on the TV screen
I still won't be happy
First night alone, you came along
I sang you a Townes Van Zandt song
No place to fall 'till I found you
'Till I found you, babe
Do I still have time to acquiesce?
I wouldn't mind if you confessed
There's too much pain, too much unrest
Way too much pride I don't possess
And the time that matters slips right by
I never even looked it in the eyes
Can't fight the urge to drift away
To drift away, babe
But if you ever see me on the TV screen
If you ever see me on the TV screen
If you ever see me on the TV screen
I still won't be happy
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Cory Young
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