paroles de chanson Warehouse - Live at John Paul Jones Arena, Charlottesville, VA, 11.19.10 - Dave Matthews Band

See I'm leaving
This warehouse frightens me
She got me turned up inside
So, I'm leaving
Men would roll like sand, away
Hope it flow along with, further, out this loneliness
No, the way I'll see it

Hey reckless mind
Don't throw away your playful beginnings
You and I will fumble around in the touches
And be sure to

Leave all the lights on
Can see the black cat changing colors
And we can walk under ladders
And swim as the tide turns you around and around

Hey, we have found
Becoming one in a million
Slip into the crowd
This question I found in a gap in the sidewalk

Keep all your sights on
Hey, the black cat changing colors
And you can walk under ladders
And swim as the tide choose to turn you

And here I sit, life goes on
End of tunnel, T.V. set, spot in the middle
Static fade, statistical bit
Soon I'll fade away, I'll fade away

This I admit tastes so good
Hard to believe, an end to it
Smell, touch, feel
How could this rhythm ever quit
Bags packed on a plane
Hopefully to heaven, yeah

Shut up, I'm thinking
I had a clue, now it's gone forever
Sitting over these bones, I found
You can read in whatever you're needing to

Keep all your sights on
Yeah, the black cat changing colors
Well, it's not the colors that matter
But that they'll all fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah

And I, life goes on
And at the end of tunnel there is light to behold
Stop to grin, stop to steal gold and soon they'll hear

This I admit, seems so good
Hard to believe, an end to it
Warehouse is bare, nothing at all inside of it
The walls and halls have disappeared
They disappear, yeah

My love, I love to stay here
My love, I love to stay here
Oh, I love to stay here
Oh, I love to stay here

I'm wondering, I might walk in
Maybe things could be better than they have been
Here in my warehouse
At the warehouse
In my warehouse
In my warehouse
In my warehouse
In my warehouse
In my warehouse
In my warehouse

That's our blood down there
Seems poured from the hands of angels
And trickle into the ground
Leaves the warehouse bare and empty
And my heart's numbered beat
Still echo in this empty room
And fear wells in me
But nothing seems good enough to defend
So I am going away, I'm going away...