Cold Days from the Birdhouse Lyrics

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 wont wear your shoes
And I wont 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 untill end)

The Twilight Sad - Fourteen Autumns Fifteen Winters

Apr 2007

1. Cold Days from the Birdhouse
2. That Summer, at Home I Had Become the Invisible Boy
3. Walking for Two Hours
4. Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite So Hard
5. Talking with Fireworks/Here, It Never Snowed
6. Mapped by What Surrounded Them
7. And She Would Darken the Memory
8. I'm Taking the Train Home
9. Fourteen Autumns and Fifteen Winters