Artist: Maritime
Song: The Window Is The Door

You just want the phone to ring
The dogs to bark and the wind to sing
Your name in the car
We’re all staring at the flies
They’re all dying to get inside
It’s so strange how hard luck keeps
It gets so easy to leave that works
And airplanes we see as just exits from now
Worlds collide and we depart all my clothes strewn about
Well who really owns the floor
All the cities left undone and bricks in time turn back to mud
The weekend plans are gone
There’s no one coming down the hall
The Kingdoms to come will surely fall
We curtain call and tie one on
I’m not your way out
I’m not your way out
I’m not your way out

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