Lyrics 45 (Live At Radio City Music Hall) - Bleachers

Count the steps around the park
Consider drinkin' in the yard
Hang the words of a perfect stranger
In the hallways of my heart
'Cause all the blessings are somebody else's
They're flowers in my neighbor's pot
I'm torn exactly into two pieces
One who wants you and one who's gone dark

But I'm still inside (whoa)
Your fast machine (whoa)
Always holdin' your love supreme (whoa)
My old 45 (whoa)
Spinnin' out of time (whoa)
But honey, I'm still on your side (whoa)

Are my hopes finally gonna waste me?
Am I the worst compass I could know?
I took the bus across the bridge
Sold my bedroom from my home
Maybe it's the East Coast in the music
Or the endless road from the past
But while you're praying at the 90
They're carvin' up anythin' that lasts

And I'm still inside (whoa)
Your fast machine (whoa)
Well, I'm always holdin' your love supreme (whoa)
My old 45 (whoa)
Spinnin' out of time (whoa)
But honey, I'm still on your side

You look like a stranger that I know best
You look like a stranger in our bed
Do it with pride
(Whoa) one more for the fuckin' riff-off
(Whoa)

Make that for a little
Hey, before I finish this song, I wanna say one thin'
This is no shade to anyone but
We don't do long chorus, it feels wired
So this is the moment we're gonna, you know sort of (is there a reason for this, motherfucker?)
Em, thank you (whoa)

I do appreciate havin' an audience that feels comfortable
Calling me motherfucker (fuck you)
And I do want to tell you guys that
There is a culture that I
I may have been involved in creatin'
And it's em, abusive and (fuck you)

And is much like I've done with my family
I've taken the bait so far that I have no choice but to live with
It's a horrible existence, but I'm
I do love you, but I do wanna say that
When our tormentor just, when our tormentor Stephen
Does his security meetin' at the beginnin' of the night

He'll say to the security guards, some people are gonna be givin' Jack the finger
Or calling him motherfucker
It's a sign of endurement in his fandom, don't attack on them
And I appreciate that about you
My point was this, we're not gonna walk off this stage
And put our big boy pants
And walk back on and do the big boy applause
We're not gonna do it, okay?

We're gonna play the whole fucking show until we can't stand anymore
So right now
That's, that's no sayin' Danny on course
But we're not gonna do it
We're gonna give you everythin' we fuckin' got. alright
Alright so this is the moment

Before we take this shit to the moon
And that's how it goes with the Bleacher show, motherfucker
So, you got one more verse and chorus to kind of
You could, you know sing your back-up, but get the energy ready, okay?
Get the energy strait

There ain't no book that I can live by
Just these naggings I can't shake
There's a hum coming from the basement
A little cryin' out for cryin' out's sake
'Cause if I can learn to love your shadow
When your shadow hits the light
There ain't no trace of what we've been through
I'll shout it until the day that I die

I'm still inside (whoa)
Your fast machine (whoa)
I'm always holding your love supreme
My old 45 (whoa)
Spinnin' out of time (whoa)
But honey, I'm still on your side (I wanna well)

Well, honey, I'm still on your side, hey!