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Music and lyrics by Brad West
Recorded and produced by Brad West
lyrics
Verse 1:
Sitting on the rooftop, letting it swim away
There was a fire in the backroom yesterday
Staying out late and watching cars
Lying on our backs and touching stars
Smoking cigarettes and old cigars
Sharing memories and showing scars
Summon the devil from his sick throne
Give him the backhand for his own
Shook my fears all alone
Think it's finally time I found home
Chorus:
A whisper comes from the trees and
I think it got through to me cause
I read the painted leaves and feel the nicest things
Verse 2:
There's no more voice of reason
I had nothing, nothing to believe in
Suddenly felt myself thinking,
Then I resorted to drinking
Felt myself slip from sleeping
Thought I'd last but just weaken
Mondays remind me of the weekend
It's sad and I can't keep teasing
Take it with a grain of salt,
I can't be soft, there will be no changing when the hope is lost.
