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I pull up your drive and I lay on the horn.
Cling to the bottle thatâs keeping me warm.
Sweet whiskey Jesus I wish I werenât born.
You get up to leave and you hear in the dark,
Those early evening arrows missing their mark.
âCause theyâre out to get you, but they donât have the heart.
Youâre just another one of last summerâs dreams,
Your eyes are blue, and your seas are green.
Some small consolation you get for a while
So drink down your sorrows and their crooked ass smiles
If you want me you know where Iâll be
Putting past poisons gently to sleep.
If you want me you know where Iâll be
Putting past poisons gently to sleep.
Thereâs a fire inside that makes your blood run.
The lovers who love you smell your smoke from your gun.
You keep your confusion to your hell made for one.
Youâre just another one of last summerâs dreams,
Your eyes are blue, and your seas are green.
Some small consolation you get for a while
So drink down your sorrows and their crooked ass smiles
If you want me you know where Iâll be
Putting past poisons gently to sleep.
If you want me you know where Iâll be
Putting past poisons gently to sleep.
- Album:
- We Fall Out Of Touch
- Loneliness Knows My Name
- Come What Will
- Miscellaneous
- LIVE [in Spaceland - September 26th, 2006]
- Lo
- Under the Unminding Skies
- The O.C. - The Best of Season 1
- Daytrotter Session
- Stickbirdsongs
- ICON Music Group Sampler
- Music from the OC: Mix 2
- Music From the O.C. Mix 2
- Music from the O.C. Mix, Vol. 2
- Make Some Quiet - 15 Years of Badman
- The O.C. Vol. 2 (U.S. Version)
- We Fall out of Touch - EP
- Love Like Swords