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Wild Accusations - Payphones Lyrics




Drag a hand through the water
In a velvet haze of heat
Yellow drips through the lemon trees
Years of borrowed memories
Nettles grabbing at shins
Spider webs tangled in hems
You'll always remember them
Like a blink in a dream therein

Headlights streak through the dark
And we're here through the rest without rest
And a walk through the woods
Is like a march to go home

Balanced coffees and quarters
Quietly disobeyed orders
Whether sneaking to listen
Or dancing to perdition
Dawn feels like dusk
But you have the air to yourself
Clouds fading in
And the push of time begins

Headlights streak through the dark
And we're here through the rest without rest
And a walk through the woods
Is like a march to go home

Headlights streak through the dark
And we're here through the rest without rest
And a walk through the woods
Is like a march to go home

The kinds of places with payphones
They were forgotten long ago
Some never leave
Or return with their bags in tow
We'll haunt these streets
Like our mothers hoped we would
We'll scare the boys
More than they thought we could
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Drag a hand through the water
In a velvet haze of heat
Yellow drips through the lemon trees
Years of borrowed memories
Nettles grabbing at shins
Spider webs tangled in hems
You'll always remember them
Like a blink in a dream therein

Headlights streak through the dark
And we're here through the rest without rest
And a walk through the woods
Is like a march to go home

Balanced coffees and quarters
Quietly disobeyed orders
Whether sneaking to listen
Or dancing to perdition
Dawn feels like dusk
But you have the air to yourself
Clouds fading in
And the push of time begins

Headlights streak through the dark
And we're here through the rest without rest
And a walk through the woods
Is like a march to go home

Headlights streak through the dark
And we're here through the rest without rest
And a walk through the woods
Is like a march to go home

The kinds of places with payphones
They were forgotten long ago
Some never leave
Or return with their bags in tow
We'll haunt these streets
Like our mothers hoped we would
We'll scare the boys
More than they thought we could
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Alex Poterack, Chase Montecalvo, Sarah Reusché
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