Crooked the road And the one driving Twenty-five years I knowyou've been unraveling Tell mewhy did you run? Run past the dogs And the horses Now you find yourself here Past the do's and don'ts Of your choices
But if you're leaving Know I'll stay beside that telephone line And tomorrow We might steal the Sun from underneath our eyes
Tennis courts When I was yours Late night releasing sacred floors Got me believing A little more This painwill run its course
In the morning I saw you there Holding out your hand If I grab it Know that I care 'Cause darkness don't look good on you
But if you're leaving Know I'll stay beside that telephone line And tomorrow We might steal the Sun from underneath our eyes
Day breaks sorrow And I still feel the edge of this cold knife But next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground But next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground
Compositor: Andrew Lowe / Sam Hudgens / Cooper Holzman