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 it's noises in my ear
If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring
Please know we do this 'cause we care and not for the thrill
I make collect calls to home, to tell 'em 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
We won't let you in
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
And we won't let you in
We don't want what isn't ours
We won't let you in
You win
And the coastline is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
Yes, we're silent but sure we invented the cure that will wash out my memories of her
"The harpoon in loaded. The cage is lowered. The water is red", like you
