Song Length |
4:30 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Pop - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Passive |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
This house, old and decrepit
You're climbing a ladder, up to the rooftop.
The work, hours of labor,
You're tearing and ripping out layer by layer.
You and your thoughts of me,
Through the exterior, down to the base.
Now, you've got me believing you dear.
Every word dripped from your fingertips.
Praying for some peace of mind.
Your consecution.
Home, under the headphones,
I'm tangled in cords getting fed up with static.
The work, hours of mixing,
Canceling out all the layers of noise.
Me and my thoughts of you,
Trying to make some kind of sense.
Now, I've got you believing me dear.
Every verse dripped from my pen.
Reaching for some peace of mind.
My consecution.
I'm lost in a series of steps,
Can't tell the last from the next.
A sequence of missteps and pitfalls.
While you're sitting up on the roof,
Working through what you could do,
To help yourself think you're ok with this.
Now, the thought of you leaving me dear,
Is out on the street by the broken boards.