Song Description
Melancholy can weld days to days and life can pass you by quickly
| Song Length |
6:15 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving, Troubled |
Subject |
Life, Time |
| Similar Artists |
Tragically Hip, Counting Crows |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Days to Days © 2010 Matthew Scharpf and Josh Chicoine
Stop and think of all the things you've longed to be
Aspirations nailed to a tree
The road is lined with these
He walks in step hoping everything will fall into place
There'll always be that one empty space
One'd be there just the same as midnight rolls in
(Trying...so lost along the way)
He tries to keep the dogs from running inside his head
Hoping his house of cards won't fall
And he says 'cause he thinks this could be the day
But melancholy welds days to days.
Days to days.
Exhausted she walks in. A high-wire act of heels and groceries.
Another night of take-out and TV: the American Dream
And midnight rolls in
(Trying...so lost along the way)
She lights the last one in the last place she can call her own
With neon walls, the ashtray's full and she thinks
This could be the day but
Melancholy welds days to days.
Days to Days
Days to Days
Days to Days
We all try to find a place to be content.
Stop and think of all the things when you were young
And you'll cut your hand on the pendulum
The clockwork will quietly hum
And midnight rolls in
(Trying...so lost along the way)
Trying to keep the dogs from running wild inside my head
And oh this house of cards is all blown away
I know I know, this could be the day
This could be the day
I'll be there in the daylight but catch me when I'm falling
'Cause I'm falling
But melancholy welds days to days