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This song will be covered as frequently as "All Along the Watchtower," I'm sure.
lyrics
Once you're used to living in front of the strobe lights/You can take your clothes off, put your mask on, and feel at home/Buried in snow
"It's dark in here," is what she said/"If you're not careful, you'll walk right over me."
You're losin' cred with your hair color change/And it doesn't help that this is no time for snow/But we should pray for rain, even if we don't believe/'Cause the leaves aren't here and I'm ready to go/Ready to go (but not home)
"It's dark in here," said she/"If you're not in the game, then what's there for me?"/Watch your toes 'cause I'm treading extra heavily/And writing love-songs 'bout unspeakable things
And each one's for you/Always for you/The late nights, the songs with no tune
And these white days will pass, to something green and beautiful/The keys are sprouting wings, and in the air they sing
credits
released December 27, 2009
Will Dack - First verse voice, Electric and Acoustic Guitars
Ned Netzel - The rest of the voice, Electric and Acoustic Guitars
Jason Hildebrandt - Bass
Chris LeBlanc - Drums
Ander Peterson - Alto Saxophone
Lydia Komatsu - Violin
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