Cold Days from the Birdhouse Lyrics

Another hotel
With ruined plans
Romantic gesture
With ruined plansAnd so you make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
You make it your ownAnother phone call
With ruined plans
Romantic gesture
With ruined plansAnd 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 goAnd your red sky at night won't follow me
It won't follow me now
I'm going where you shouldI'll unplug your mindI see it when you lie
We all look so surprised
And, well, you come back
You come backAnd breath and then spoke sighs
Like a puppet told to drive

Well, you come backAnd 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 nowAnd 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 nowWhere are your manners?
So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
And where are your manners?So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
And where are your manners?So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners?