Hangin' round
These ballroom ghosts in evening coats
I'm draped in sound through the amber light in you
Take me out
You can f*ck me up
You can take me down I don't care how
Oh Jesus Christ and you
Oh things are growing dark
And you can drink whole rivers dry
To slow down the ache of your wayside, wasted time!
And it all used to be featherlight
Now its before's and after's
And just getting by
I wake at nine in a cloud filled room that I once long knew
And for a moment I feel the weight lift off
Then I crash down to the same old place where I burn my days
In the bed we made
Oh Jesus Christ
And I walk out the door, to do it all over again.
And you can drink whole rivers dry
To slow down the ache of your wayside, wasted time!
When it all used to be featherlight
Now it's before's and after's
And just getting by
Oh and you can drive to the edge of town
Where the world ends
And turn the car around
And walk down the hall every night
You can do it all
Or just get by
You can do it all
Or just get by