I will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light

The time has come for colds and overcoats.
We're quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home
Another week away, my greatest fear
I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears
If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring
Know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill
Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize
That everyone who lives will someday die and die alone

And we won't let you in though we're down and out
No we won't let you in, you win, you win, you win

I wrote more postcards than hooks, I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took
Every minute is a mile. I've never felt so hollow
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles
My secrets for a buck,
Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage
Yes, I am paid to spill my guts
I won't see home till spring, oh, I would kill for the Atlantic
But I am paid to make girls panic while I sing

And we won't let you in though we're down and out
No we won't let you in
And we won't let you in, we don't want what isn't ours
We won't let you in, you win, you win, you win, you win

And the coastline is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
Yes, we're silent but sure we inventened the cure
That will wash out my memories of her
"The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered, the water is red" like you, like you

And we won't let you in though we're down and out
No we won't let you in
And we won't let you in, we don't want what isn't ours
We won't let you in, you win, you win, you win



Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Accardi, Jesse Thomas Lacey, Brian Marc Lane, Garrett James Tierney
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