After All The Bars Are Closed

After All The Bars Are Closed (Last Call Version)

Goin' Out Like That

Bar None

Bell Bottoms Up

Mayberry

Til The Last One Dies

Learn The Hard Way

Backup Plan

About A Woman

Small Town Girls (feat. Tucker Wetmore)

Comin' In Cold

Overview
Lyrics
Just run it back, give me five whole minutes
I am thick tar on the inside burning
I've got a ghost in the hallway grinning
And a heavy head that won't stop turning
If my fate is a bad collision
And if my mind is an open highway
Give me the twilight two-way vision
Give me one last ride on a sunset skylane
Call me when you get the chance
I can feel the walls around me closing in
Just running forwards, a life like wires
As I see the past on an empty ceiling
I play along with the life signs anyway
But hope to God you don't know this feeling
Yet in reverse you are all my symmetry
A parallel I would lay my life on
So if your wings won't find you heaven
I will bring it down like an ancient bygone
Call me when you have the time
I just need to leave this part of me behind
Do you remember me
When the rain gathers?
And do you still believe
That nothing else matters?
For me
It's still the autumn leaves
These ancient canopies
That we used to lay beneath
No, by now
The night belongs to you
This bough has broken through
I must be someone new
No, for me
[Just run it back, give me five whole minutes
[I am thick tar on the inside burning]
It's still the autumn leaves
[I've got a ghost in the hallway grinning]
[And a heavy head that won't stop turning]
These ancient canopies
[If my fate is a bad collision]
[And if my mind is an open highway]
We used to lay beneath
[Give me the twilight two-way vision]
[Give me one last ride on a sunset skylane]
The night belongs to you
[I play along with the lies and anyway]
[But hope to God you don't know this feeling]
This bough has broken through
Yet in reverse you are all my symmetry
A parallel I would lay my life on
I must be someone new
So if your wings won't find you heaven
I will bring it down like an ancient bygone
The whites of your eyes
Turn black in the lowlight
In turning divine
We tangle endlessly
Like lovers entwined
I know for the last time
You will not be mine
So give me the night, the night, the night

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