I will play my game beneath the spin light

I will play my game beneath the spin light Lyrics

The time has come for colds and overcoats.
We're quiet on the ride,
We're all just waiting to get home.
Another week away,
my greatest fear.
I need the smell of summer,
I need its noises in my ears.
If looks could really kill,
Then my profession would staring.
Please know we do this
Cause we care and not for the thrill.
Collect calls to home
To tell them that I realize
That everyone who lives
Will someday die and die alone.
And we wont let you in
Though we're down and out,
no we won't let you in..
You in..
You in..
You in…
wrote more postcards than hooks
I read more maps then books
Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took
Every minute is a mile
I've never felt so hollow
I'm a abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles
A secrets for a buck
Watch me as I cut myself wide open on a stage
As I am paid to spill my guts
Wont see home this spring
Oh I would kill for the Atlantic
But I am paid to make girls panic
While I sing
And we wont let you in
Though we're down and out
No won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don't want isn't ours
We won't let you in
You in…
You in …
You in…
And the coast line is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
And we're silent to show we invented the cure
That will wash out my memory
The harpoon's loaded
Cage is lowerd
The water is red like you…
Like you…
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
No we won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don't want what isn't ours
Won't let you in...
You in...
You in…
You in...