Cold Days from the Birdhouse
Another hotel with ruined plans
Romantic gesture with ruined plans
And so you make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
You make it your own
Another phone call with ruined plans
Romantic gesture with ruined plans
And so you make it your own, but this is where your arm can't go
You make it your own, but this is where your arm can't go
And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now
I won't wear your shoes, I won't clip your wings
I see it when you lied, we all look so surprised
And will you come back? You come back?
And breathing in smoke signs like a puppet told to drive
And will you come back? You come back?
And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now
And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now
And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now.
And your red sky at night won't follow me, you won't follow me now
Where are your manners? So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners? And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners? And where are your manners?
And where are your manners? And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners? And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners? And where are your manners?
And where are your manners? So, where are your manners?
Romantic gesture with ruined plans
And so you make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
You make it your own
Another phone call with ruined plans
Romantic gesture with ruined plans
And so you make it your own, but this is where your arm can't go
You make it your own, but this is where your arm can't go
And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now
I won't wear your shoes, I won't clip your wings
I see it when you lied, we all look so surprised
And will you come back? You come back?
And breathing in smoke signs like a puppet told to drive
And will you come back? You come back?
And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now
And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now
And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now.
And your red sky at night won't follow me, you won't follow me now
Where are your manners? So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners? And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners? And where are your manners?
And where are your manners? And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners? And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners? And where are your manners?
And where are your manners? So, where are your manners?
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Orzel, Mark Gerard Devine, James Graham, Andrew James Macfarlane
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- Cold Days from the Birdhouse
- That Summer, At Home I Had Become the Invisible Boy
- Walking for Two Hours
- Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite so Hard
- Talking with Fireworks / Here, It Never Snowed
- Mapped by What Surrounded Them
- And She Would Darken The Memory
- I'm Taking the Train Home
- Fourteen Autumns and Fifteen Winters
- That Summer at Home, I Had Become the Invisible Boy - Demo
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