Lyrics
the time has come for colds and overcoats
we're quiet on the ride
were all just waiting to get home
another week away my greatest fear
i need the smell of summer
i need its noises in my ears
if looks could really kill
my profession would be staring
please know we do this cause we care
not for the thrill
collect calls to home
to tell them that i realize that everyone
who lives will someday die and die alone
and we wont let you in
thou were down and out
no we wont let you in
you win
i wrote more postcards the hooks
i read more maps then books
feel like every chance to leave
is another chance i should have took
every minute is a mile
ive never felt so hollow
like and old abandoned church with broken pews
and empty aisles
my secrets for a buck
on this stage yes i am paid
to spill my guts
i wont see home till spring
oh, i would kill for the atlantic
but i am paid to make girls panic
while i sing
and we wont let you in
thou were down and out
no we wont let you in
and we wont let you in
we dont want what isnt ours
we wont let you in
you win
and the coastline is quiet
and we are quietly loosing control
yes were silent but sure
that we will wash out my memories of her.
"the harpoon is loaded the cage is lowered
the water is red"
like you
and we wont let you in
thou were down and out
no we wont let you in
and we wont let you in
we dont want what isnt ours
we wont let you in
you win
