Cold Days from the Birdhouse Songtext - The Twilight Sad

Cold Days from the Birdhouse - The Twilight Sad

Another hotel
With ruined plans
Romantic gesture
Withruined 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?
You come back

And breathing in smoke signs
Like a puppet told to drive
And will you come back?
You come back

And your red sky at night won't follow me
It won't follow me now (x3)
And your red sky at night won't follow me
You won't follow me now

So where are your manners? (repeat until end)

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