Cold Days from the Birdhouse

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The Twilight Sad - Pop

Cold Days from the Birdhouse

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Another hotel with woollen plans Romantic gesture with woollen plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own Another phone call with woollen plans Romantic gesture with woollen plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own But this is where your arm can't go And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now I won't wear your shoes And I won't clip your wings I see it when you lied We all look so surprised And will you come back? Will you come back? And breathin' in smoke signs Like a puppet told to drive And will you come back? Will you come back? And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now And your red sky at night won't follow me You won't follow me now And where are your mirrors? So where are your mirrors? And where are your mirrors? And where are your mirrors? So where are your mirrors? And where are your mirrors? And where are your mirrors? And where are your mirrors? So where are your mirrors? And where are your mirrors? So where are your mirrors? And where are your mirrors? And where are your mirrors? So where are your mirrors? So where are your mirrors?

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Credits

Writers
  • Mark Devine
  • Andy MacFarlane
  • James Graham