Song Length |
3:16 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Lyrics
Wrap a telephone cord around your arm
Take pride in the way you picked up the place
The wait by the window won?t be long
As far as I can figure it you tripped over your own shoelaces
And Wally is out of touch
Keeps seeing himself in autographed pictures of Abraham Lincoln
And women?s lingerie
Funny when you catch it right, the glow of the sun on the skin of his red face
Find out who is on your side
I like feeling the sin of pride
Like a book opened up to a reader, like an ear opened wide
I hear you