Lyrics

The silence in this room has a funny ring to it And I'm not so skilled at holding my tongue But I'll do the best I can That old magazine I should of thrown out Lingers read right below the tv And I focus on it while I hope you admit That maybe it's you in the red So the cards fall where I thought that they would Pretend I didn't see it coming That I didn't see it coming Like watching a merry-go-round and being shocked That there's horses running That there's horses running Wind keeps blowing smoke through the trees They'll be going up soon They'll be going up And I can't help it just watching it bleed We'll be going up soon We'll be going up I study the tiles in my favorite kitchen Listening to lies I shouldn't christen Clock you as unaware but maybe that the lesson Learning to let someone else be wrong And I'll climb the stairs past the frames and the promise of Bending like a palm in the storm Retrace my history of letting everything rest it seems I've run out of compassion So the cards fall where I thought that they would Pretend I didn't see it coming That I didn't see it coming Like watching a merry-go-round and being shocked That there's horses running That there's horses running Wind keeps blowing smoke through the trees They'll be going up soon They'll be going up And I can't help it just watching it bleed We'll be going up soon We'll be going up Wind keeps blowing smoke through the trees They'll be going up soon They'll be going up And I can't help it just watching it bleed We'll be going up soon We'll be going up
Writer(s): Anna Elyse Palchikoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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