Porch Life
Baby you're an astronaut, you've got stars around you
I don't know how you get so high
I get upset, but you've got so much hope left
Maybe enough for you and I
I was lost but amazingly gracious
For you to sweep away the pain
So take the porch swing, lay back while I sing
Sad bastard songs in the rain
Maybe it's the red wine lips and cigarettes
That got me on my knees
But I would be it's nights like this
That keep me feeling free
Baby I'm a moth and you're the flame I burn in
Smiling while I molest your feet
So split the box top, hear the thunder drop
And watch the storm light up the street
Maybe it's the red wine lips and cigarettes
That got me on my knees
But I would be it's nights like this
That keep me feeling free
Squeakin' chains and swayin' shadows on the ground
Keepin' rhythm as you squeeze another round
We make a scene so they can talk all over town (about it)
Maybe it's the red wine lips and cigarettes
That got me on my knees
But I would be it's nights like this
That keep me feeling free
Squeakin' chains and swayin' shadows on the ground
Keepin' rhythm as you squeeze another round
Make a scene so they can talk all over town about nights like this
Writer/s: RYAN DAVID RACINE
