<b>In Spite Of These Times</b> by <i>Close Lobsters</i><br />orce me back, I can't sleep when

You won't let the moon get you down

It may sound

The walls of the world just gave way

It's not like you to be so gone

They fear you picked up that drink from me



From your window

I asked the sky

"When can you fit me in?"

Promise me that you'll never forget in spite of these times

Promise me that you'll never forget in spite of these times



My line in sight of everything

A hand held me from the maelstrom

A warm hand, a sticky hand

Held me from the mob

It just like me to get so gone

I don't recall where I picked up that drink from



From your window

I asked the sky

'When can you fit me in?'

Promise me that you'll never forget in spite of these times

Promise me that you'll never forget in spite of these times



Don't let it slip through your hands

Don't let it slip through your hands



Force me back, I can't sleep when (and sleep late)

You won't let the moon get you down

The walls of the world just gave way

Problems and maelstrom and pestilence and greed



From your window

I asked the sky

"When can you fit me in?"

Promise me that I'd never forget in spite of these times

Promise me that I'd never forget in spite of these times

Don't let it slip through your hands

Don't let it slip through your hands

Don't let it slip through your fingers