I was weaving with the drunks
|
singing Sinatra loud
|
I let go of love
|
once it finally had me figured out
|
|
I was buried like a treasure
|
But no one ever came to mark the spot
|
|
So I got good at pleasure
|
And started tyin' tighter knots
|
|
sad can't catch me
|
call me baby now
|
when it's all I use to believe
|
|
if the sun don't light
|
and the night won't turn
|
we'll get a room at the end of the world
|
and we'll rewrite all the wrongs we've learned
|
safe in our room at the end of the world
|
|
these streets are haunted
|
with ghosts who wait on luck to come
|
sleep with hornets
|
and they wonder why they wake up stung
|
|
sad can't catch me
|
call me baby now
|
when it's all I use to believe
|
|
if the sun don't light
|
and the moon won't turn
|
we'll get a room at the end of the world
|
and we'll rewrite all the wrongs we've learned
|
safe in our room at the end of the world
|
|
one heart is never enough alone
|
one heart is never enough alone
|
Come on, come on
|
come on and dance with me, love
|
just come on and dance with me love
|
'cause I need it, I need it now
|
I can see it, believe it
|
|
if the sun don't light
|
and the night won't turn
|
we'll get a room at the end of the world
|
and we'll rewrite all the wrongs we've learned
|
safe in our room at the end of the world
|
|
-----------------
|
Room At The End Of The World
|
Matt Nathanson |