Cold Days from the Birdhouse

Another hotel with ruined plans

Romantic gesture with ruined 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 with ruined plans

Romantic gesture with ruined 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

And I won't clip your wings

I see it when you lied, we all look so surprised

And will you come back? Will you come back?

And breathing in smoke signs like a puppet told to drive

And will you come back? Will you come 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

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?

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?

So where are your manners?