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cold days from the birdhouse

another hotel with woolen plans
romantic gesture with woolen 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 woolen plans
romantic gesture with woolen 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 won't wear your shoes
and i won't clip your wings

i see it when you lied
we all look so surprised
and will you come back
will you come back
and breathing in smoke signs
like a puppet told to drive
and will you come back
will you come back

and your red sky at night won't follow me
it won't follow me now

and where are your mirrors
so where are your mirrors