'Cause all that’s left for you to do is leave There’s the door, there’s your car, here’s the keys All that’s left for you to do is leave Said goodbye a long, long time ago And all that’s left for you do is leave And all that’s left for you to do is leave

There's no afterlife you don't come back from death So when you leave this earth, when your heart stops you'll see There's no choir of angels there's no gods to meet But let me tell you my friends that when it ends it just ends I know you feel like

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces Now that we're lonely, now that there's nowhere to go We lost faith, in the arms of love Where you been hiding lately Where you been hiding from the news? Because we've been fighting lately We've been

Were you there? The sky is falling on me As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere Do you feel the thorns? Do you see the tears? Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war? Have you forsaken us?

All I do is bounce in my low low Getting called this nigga out the solo Got the burner in the low low Damn nigga, there go po po Pops used to have the low low I was little in a low low You know I got it for the low low You know I get it for the low low

I hate my life Well I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight So sick of the hobos Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work And they just sit around and get

When it all falls, when it all falls down We'll be two souls in a ghosttown Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh I'll be your fire when the lights go out When there's no one, no one else around When the world gets cold I'll be your cover Let's just hold Onto each other

Too many cooks are gonna spoil the stew There ain't nobody cooking but me and you Too many cooks are trying to get in your kitchen The first thing you know there's something missin' You got a real good oven, you've got a hot range, too Let me butter your

Thank God even crazy dreams come true There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you Hello, you long shots, you dark-horse runners Hairbrush singers, dashboard drummers Hello, you wild magnolias just waiting to bloom I've stood at the bottom of

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a