Bleachers

45

Bleachers

Take the Sadness Out of Saturday Night


Count the steps around the park
Consider drinking in the yard
Hang the words of a perfect stranger
In the hallways of my heart
'Cause all the blessings are somebody else's
They're flowers in my neighbor's pot
I'm torn exactly into two pieces
One who wants you and one who's gone dark

But I'm still in sight
Your fast machine
Always holding your love supreme
Our 45's
Spinning out of time
But honey, I'm still on your side

Are my hopes finally gonna waste me
Am I the worst compass I could know
So I took the bus across the bridge
Sold my bedroom from my home
Maybe it's the East Coast in the music
Or the endless road from the past
But while you're praying at the 90s
They're carving up anything that lasts

But I'm still in sight
Your fast machine
Always holding your love supreme
Our 45's
Spinning out of time
But honey, I'm still on your side

Now you're just a stranger that I know best
Now you're just a stranger that I know best
Now I'm just a stranger that you know best

There ain't no book that I can live by
Just these naggings I can't shake
A hum coming from the basement
A little crying out for crying out's sake
'Cause if I can learn to love your shadow
When your shadow hits the light
And there ain't no trace of what we've been through
Then I'll shout it till the day that I die

I am still in sight
Your fast machine
Always holding your love supreme
Our 45's
Spinning out of time
But honey, I'm still on your side

I'm still on your side

Compositor: Jack Michael Antonoff
ECAD: Obra #29763612 Fonograma #29632711

Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção >

Compartilhe
esta música

Ouça estações relacionadas a Bleachers no Vagalume.FM
ESTAÇÕES