I'd like to sneak around your house
When everyone's asleep
Tiptoe across the door-room mat
That used to welcome me
Then gently shut the door
To see a brand-new Christmas tree
And the silence pounds like a kettle drum
And a chill runs through me
Chorus:
But does she ever miss me?
I still hear her singing
Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
With velvet brushes and wooden framing
A familiar Monet that's worth renaming
The scar
I choked up the dirt, completely hurt
I ran straight through them all
Then pushed aside what's left of pride
And trembled through the hall
And there stands a door you'd seen before
When all you knew you was down
And your perfume breath brought peaceful death
On sleepy silver gowns
Chorus;
But does she ever miss me?
I still hear her singing
Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
With velvet brushes and wooden framing
A familiar Monet that's worth renaming
The scar
Yeah, to wake is such a dreaded thing
To sleep is such a hole
I eat without your company
I drink till I unfold
And now hear the end of everything
Just thrown onto the ground
But October fell and broke my shell
And all I knew was down
1 | Into The Ocean |
2 | Say It |
3 | Dirt Room |
4 | Calling You |
5 | Should Be Loved |
6 | 18th Floor Balcony |
7 | Congratulations |
8 | Picking Up Pieces |
9 | It's Just Me |
10 | What If We Could |