The Stills - She'S Walking Out lyrics

rate me

Dead of winter, desolate grey

White and silver home

Climb the staircase, spiderwalk

Into my bed and bones

Can I stand the pain

Of all the things I've left behind

Caught with butterflies

We'll be regretting 'til we die

She's walking out on me

Darker early, four o'clock

We'll leave in a balloon

Thirteen crows are dragging

You and me up to the roof

Blow out all the candles

Let the wine flow to your brain

No ages, no one changes

No one's trying to