well all the color in your face is all gone
just put your brother on
on the phone
cause you sound so alone
so let me inside like you did in may
I've been driving on the saw mill all day
I'm as pale as this place
so don't look me in the face
but I trust I've already been replaced
I've been erased
but its my time that i waste
well its warm where you are
but its nothing like the heat in my car
and if I called you home soon
would your plane come down in my backyard
guess I don't know
now that numbers fallen
but I'm telling you I could make a living
I could make a killing
just look at me now
this ain't my hometown
I'm livin' at large
smoking out in the barn
and I'm coming home drunk and sick down to the bone
falling like a stone
cause those girls go until
I'm like a kid in a well
deaf from the sound of your yell
I hope its warmer in hell
cause I'm freezing out here
so come to your gate
I've been driving on the saw mill all day
if theres one thing I've learned
it's the river that churns
I hear it calling now I must return
i must return
i left my picture to burn
well it's warm where you are
but its nothing like the heat in my car
and if I called you home soon
would you plane come down in my backyard
I never fucked up so bad love
and now I'm just as mean as you are
so I never want you back love think I knew it from the very start
well its warm where you are but its nothing like the heat in my car
and if I called you home soon
would your plane come down in my backyard
credits
from Two States,
released April 11, 2011
Jordan Smith - Vocals/Guitar/Bass
Chadbourne Oliver - Vocals/Bass
Anthony Pires - Vocals/Guitar
Jonathan Bedard - Guitar
Jeremy Benjamin Kolker - Drums
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