Cold Days From The Birdhouse (исполнитель: The Twilight Sad)
Another hotel With [bad word] plans Romantic gesture With willing plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go you make it your own Another phone call [bad word] plans Romantic gesture With willing plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own But this is where your arm can't go And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now. I won't wear your shoes I won't clip your wings. I see it when you lie We all look so surprised And, well, [bad word] back [bad word] back And breathing in -smoke signs- Like a puppet told to drive Well, [bad word] back And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now. And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now. And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now. And your red sky at night won't follow me You won't follow me now. Where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners?