I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light

The time has come for colds and overcoats

We're quiet on the ride we're all just waiting to get home

Another week away, my greatest fear

I need the smell of summer, I need it's noises in my ear

If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring

Please know we do this 'cause we care and not for the thrill

I make collect calls to home, to tell 'em that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone

And we won't let you in

Though we're down and out

We won't let you in

I wrote more postcards than hooks

I read more maps than books

Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took

Every minute is a mile, I've never felt so hollow

I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles

My secrets for a buck

Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage

Yes, I am paid to spill my guts

I won't see home 'till spring

Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing

And we won't let you in

Though we're down and out

And we won't let you in

We don't want what isn't ours

We won't let you in

You win

And the coastline is quiet

While we're quietly losing control

Yes, we're silent but sure we invented the cure that will wash out my memories of her

"The harpoon in loaded. The cage is lowered. The water is red", like you