Anytime she goes away. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away. Wonder this time

Wake up alone Or will I wake up alone? When the magic's gone, gone, oh? And will you be there in the morning? Do you stay when it all goes? Will you still care in the morning? Now I got cars, now I got clothes, now I got money Now I got crowds screamin'

Further down Grandpa's in the paper War hero Philip Schuyler loses senate seat to young upstart Aaron Burr Grandpa just lost his seat in the senate Sometimes that's how it goes Daddy's gonna find out any minute I'm sure he already knows Let's meet the

Sweet surrender on the quayside You remember we used to run and hide In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline Near misses on the dog leap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways A

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

It comes and goes in waves The freedom, of falling A feeling I thought was set in stone It slips through, my fingers I'm trying hard to let go And carries us away It always does, it always does We watch as our young hearts fade Into the flood, into the

You keep acting like you didn't see me It's alright, I'll sit tight Interconnected, so don't hide the feeling I won't fight, it's not right I'm disregarding the rules It goes down to molecules I'm attracted by the way you move And now you got me drowning

You set me on fire Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline When the music goes up And the sun goes down Lightning strikes

Burn the witch We know where you live This is a low flying panic attack Stay in the shadows Cheer at the gallows This is a round up Sing a song on the jukebox that goes Red crosses on wooden doors And if you float you burn

You were the boat that bridged In the tale of Conrad We will never be the change To the weather and the sea and you knew that, Oh I loved you with the good And the careless of me But it all goes back, The curl of the world, Just like you said