I turn to see you at the top of the stairs swaying
you've got your eyes on the ground
like it's all that keeps you from falling
the door is open wide
you've got no reason to go inside
I've got the kids in the car
their bags packed for the weekend
and they don't understand but they feel it
I take your kids from you
when I take my kids with me
and we break our promises
I'm going to swim in the ocean and cut my hair
Drive out of this city and clear my head
I'm wearing a shirt I borrowed from a friend
Makes me feel like someone else like I could be
Somebody else
I turn to see you at the top of the stairs swaying
and the pain in your eyes
it's the same pain I'm feeling
the door is open wide
I think you want me to come inside
and we break our promises
some things you've got to break
to make them new
credits
from Greetings From Dorisville,
released October 9, 2014
Nic: vocals, piano and guitar
Matt: vocals, bass
Syd: drums
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