You're looking for a way out
I can feel it
Come on, show me where it hurts
Maybe I can heal itYour feelings are your own
Now you keep 'em under lock and key
You got me drivin' through the streets
For an answer to the mysteryThe world's still weak on Charleston Avenue
Outside that vacant Starlight Motel I see you
Laughing with your girlfriends
Not a care in the world, not a burden on your mindIt was a matter of timeThere's a panic in this house and it's bound to surface
Just walkin' through the front door makes me nervous
It's creepin' up the floorboards, got me wondering where I stand
I cannot put out the fire, I got a book of matches in my handWhen we first met, headstrong and filled with doubt
Made just enough hustling tables that summer to take you out
I was fallin' back on forever when you told me about your heart
You laid it on the lineLaughing with your girlfriends
Not a care in the world, not a burden on your mind
(You laid it on the line)It was just a matter, It was a matter of timeWe found ourselves
We belong in it forever
Ain't that what it's all about?
Make the promise and keep it
Come hell or high water
We'd figure it outIt was the night, it was the moon
It was the green grass in the garden
The victory and the sinI know you're weary, look at me
Flailin' in the corner
Here's the towel
Go on, throw it inIt was a matter of time
Can't you see that it's tearing me up inside?
Look what's laying at our feet
That's the wreckage of broken dreams
And burned out hales
And it's here on our street
Songwriters
BRANDON FLOWERS, DAVE BRENT KEUNING, RONNIE JR. VANNUCCI, MARK AUGUST STOERMERPublished by
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