Lyrics
stop and think. all the things you longed to be; aspirations nailed to a tree. the road is lined with these.
he walks in step,hoping everthing will fall into place. there'll always be that one empty space. one'd be there just the same. midnight rolls in....trying to keep the dogs from running wild inside his head.trying so lost along the way/ hoping his house of cards wont fall, and he says this could be the day, but melacholy melds days to days.
exhausted she walks in. a high wire act of heels and groceries. another night of take out and tv; an american dream.
she lights the last one in the last place she can call her own. trying, so lost along the way. neon walls and the ashtray is full. and she thinks this could be the day. but melancholy welds days to days. midnight rolls in
i've tried to find a place where i could be content.
stop and thinkof the things when you were young. and you cut your hand on the pendulum.
the clockwork quietly hums. midnight rolls in.
try to keep the dogs from running wild inside my head. trying, so lost along the way.
knowin' this house of cards is all blown away. and i know, i know:this could be the day. this could be the day.
i feel it in the daylight, catch me when i am falling. i'll be there in the daytime, but i'm gone, i'm gone.
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