dancer looks like she's got something to say
is it her eyes or her body trying to compensate
for the memories it's left, for the stories she's told me
shes just trying to get home before he leaves from the party
i can feel tension as she's tapping her foot
the air so thick i can only taste the smoke
wash the nerves down with something you trust
sure it feels heavy, but it shouldn't take much
to relax your memories, get your tongue start flowing
spend the night on her couch with whatever she's showing
her bedroom keeps calling, she's too scared to step in it
stronger than me, i'm just here if i can get it at
Sadie's all alone tonight
don't talk for years and years but still i try
something she's running from but she just wont say
finally she speaks again but she'll brush it away
dancing pretty heavy, she's the life of the party
makeup starts smearing, she'll wait til the morning
empty frames on the wall seem to tell me
the story's not over so i keep on holding
onto sleepless nights we spent on winter weekends
lets me back maybe only for a minute at
credits
from Sundays,
released December 2, 2014
Leads - Ben Zimmerman
Rhythm - Dave Chekan
Lyrics - Ben Zimmerman
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