Amber swigs in the front yard
Of a church that's closed for the night
You keep me wrapped, You keep me dangling
Oh just for the sight
Sprawled cross sheets, Yeah I scrawl your name
From my bed to the foot of the door
It's unlatched for the breeze to walk through
In hopes that I'll wake next to you
In the dark of a crowded room
I put my hands on your hips
You may not recall but I sure as hell do
I can't get my head over this
Now I sit in the back of empty theaters
Where the light can hide my face
Killing my time as the days unwind
And my body can drift back to place