Cold Days From The Birdhouse Lyrics - Fourteen Autumns Fifteen Winters - The Twilight Sad

Another hotel 

With ruined plans 

Romantic gesture 

With ruined plans 

And so you make it your own 

But this is where your arm can't go 

You make it your own 

Another phone call 

With ruined plans 

Romantic gesture 

With ruined plans 

And so you make it your own 

But this is where your arm can't go 

You make it your own 

But this is where your arm can't go 

And your red sky at night won't follow me 

It won't follow me now 

I'm going where you should 

I'll unplug your mind 

I see it when you lie 

We all look so surprised 

And, well, you come back 

You come back 

And breath and then spoke sighs 

Like a puppet told to drive 

Well, you come back 

And your red sky at night won't follow me 

It won't follow me now 

And your red sky at night won't follow me 

It won't follow me now 

And your red sky at night won't follow me 

It won't follow me now 

And your red sky at night won't follow me 

You won't follow me now 

Where are your manners? 

So, where are your manners? 

And where are your manners? 

And where are your manners? 

So, where are your manners? 

And where are your manners? 

And where are your manners? 

And where are your manners? 

So, where are your manners? 

And where are your manners? 

So, where are your manners? 

And where are your manners? 

And where are your manners? 

So, where are your manners?