Untitled 8

(álbum: Fight Off Your Demons - 2006)

Losing all my friends.
Losing them to drinking and to driving.
Losing all my friends.
I want them back.

Slipping out the back.
Did you really think we wouldn't notice?
Slipping out the back.
In the pouring rain.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Well you love his wife.
Loved her, was faithful to her always.
Buried both the kids,
In the summer sun.

Praying for his life,
Huddled in the brig all with his shipmates.
Praying for this life,
And I dropped the bomb.

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

What you waiting for?
Searching for your brother,
In an empty room across the hall.
Is he coming back?

Listening at night,
Waiting for a sound to come up the stairs.
Listening at night,
Waiting for the sound of the car park.

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

Call him up this summer,
On the phone.
Need to know what it feels like again.

Summer skin,
Found another lover.
Tell him straight, call him up again.

I'll call him up again, yeah.
Call him up again.

Tying both your shoes and,
Looking past the ocean for the signal.
Waiting for a bottle,
In the open water.

They don't send you letters.
They dont' telephone you.
They don't send you letters,
But you're waiting for them.
You write him, yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.

Call him up this summer,
On the phone.
Need to know what it feels like again.

I'll call him up again.

Call him up this summer,
On the phone.
Need to know what it feels like again