crooked the road.

Mm-mm

Crooked the road
And the one driving
25 years, I know
You've been unravelling

Tell me, why did you run
Run past the dogs and the horses?
Now you find yourself here
Past the dos and don'ts of your choices

But if you're leaving
Know I'll stay beside that telephone line
And tomorrow
We might steal the sun from underneath our eyes

Mm, mm
Mm

Tennis courts, when I was yours
Late night releasing, sacred floors
Got me believing a little more
This pain will run its course

In the morning, I saw you there
Holding out your hand
If I grab it, know that I care
'Cause darkness don't look good on you

But if you're leaving
Know I'll stay beside that telephone line (ooh)
And tomorrow
We might steal the sun from underneath our eyes

Day breaks sorrow
And I still feel the edge of this cold knife (ooh)
But next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground
But next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground