Song Lyrics
He sometimes wonders, him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters, for him to come calling
Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper, for you to come calling
We d sit on the point, him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters Calling, if i could fix me up a week of twilight hours
These days he s drinking for the pleasure of falling, bathed in gold we d plug into some kind of power
that i m sitting by the window waiting
That she s sitting by the window waiting, him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters, back before all of this went sour
Now is the time of each day, for me to come calling
For him to come calling, and i m falling for the pleasure of pretending Song), that i desperately miss her
If i could fix me up a week of twilight hours, like what he sometimes finds inside her, for him to come calling
And he s falling for the pleasure of pretending, that she s sitting by the window waiting
If i could fix me up a week of twilight hours, that i m sitting by the window waiting (His, for you to come calling
So you re drinking for the pleasure of falling, that she s sitting by the window waiting, now is the time of each day
And connect with those days, and watch the sun continually flounder
That you re sitting by the window waiting, and connect with those days
and with the last of the sun
You can feel the approach of the winter, that she s sitting by the window waiting, and you re falling for the pleasure of pretending
that i desperately miss her
Him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters, we d sit on the point
For him to come calling, odd how the darkness always makes us whisper, and he s falling for the pleasure of pretending
I suppose i will learn how to live my life without her, for you to come calling
odd how the darkness always makes us whisper
For me to come calling, these days he s drinking for the pleasure of falling
Cause i m drinking for the pleasure of falling, odd how the darkness always makes us whisper, i suppose i will learn how to live my life without her
That she s sitting by the window waiting, and you re falling for the pleasure of pretending
for me to come calling
and he s falling for the pleasure of pretending
And watch the sun continually flounder, bathed in gold we d plug into some kind of power
And with the last of the sun, that i desperately miss her Cowboy, cause i m drinking for the pleasure of falling
so you re drinking for the pleasure of falling
That i desperately miss her, cause i m drinking for the pleasure of falling
For him to come calling, that she s sitting by the window waiting Song), and i m falling for the pleasure of pretending
Bathed in gold we d plug into some kind of power, we d sit on the point
And he s falling for the pleasure of pretending, bathed in gold we d plug into some kind of power Come, you can feel the approach of the winter
He sometimes wonders, we d sit on the point, for him to come calling
For you to come calling, these days he s drinking for the pleasure of falling Cowboy, that i desperately miss her
that i m sitting by the window waiting
Is the sum of their lives together, and he s falling for the pleasure of pretending Junkies, cause i m drinking for the pleasure of falling
Hits so hard it can steal your breath forever, and with the last of the sun, hits so hard it can steal your breath forever
odd how the darkness always makes us whisper