The Clarks - Apartment Song lyrics

rate me

Walking down the street honey New Orleans

I'm gonna slip my note into the pocket of your jeans

How was I to know turning green on red A

Waitress in the sky still playing in my head

Days like these y'know are no one's fault

A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt

Gimme little time to shake up

I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two

Lookin' for the truth

Walking up the stairs to the second floor

I'm gonna slip my note into the keyhole of your door

How was I to know honey right from wrong

Walk right into this vacant apartment song

Days like these y'know are no one's fault

A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt

Gimme little time to shake up

I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two

Lookin' for the truth...lookin' for the....

Walking down the street honey New Orleans

I'm gonna slip my hand into the pocket of your dreams

How was I to know turning light on dark

Lease it for a year I got a place in Highland Park

Days like these y'know I feel you're pain

A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain

Gimme little time to shake up

I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two

Without you...around two...without you or with you

Walking up the stairs to the second door

We're gonna leave our ghosts on the polished hardwood floor

How was I to know honey right from wrong

Walk right out of this lonely apartment song

Things like these y'know I feel you're pain

A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain

Gimme little time to shake up

I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two

Around two...around two...around two...around two