Cold Days from the Birdhouse

Another hotel

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

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'm going where you should

I'll unplug your mind

I see it when you lie

We all look so surprised

And, well, you come back

You come back

And breath and then spoke sighs

Like a puppet told to drive

Well, you come back

And your red sky at night won't follow me

It won't follow me now

And your red sky at night won't follow me

It won't follow me now

And your red sky at night won't follow me

It won't follow me now

And your red sky at night won't follow me

You won't follow me now

Where are your manners?

So, where are your manners?

And where are your manners?

And where are your manners?

So, where are your manners?

And where are your manners?

And where are your manners?

And where are your manners?

So, where are your manners?

And where are your manners?

So, where are your manners?

And where are your manners?

And where are your manners?

So, where are your manners?