I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light - Brand New

The time has come for colds and overcoats

We’re quiet on the ride

We’re all just waiting to get home

Another week away, my greatest fear

I need the smell of summer

I need its noises in my ears

If looks could really kill

Then my profession would be staring

Know we do this cause we care

Not for the thrill

Collect calls to home

Tell them that I realize

That everyone who lives will someday die

And die alone

And we won’t let you in

Though we’re down and out

No we won’t let you in

You win, you win, you win

I wrote more postcards than hooks

I read more maps than books

Feel like every chance to leave

Is another chance I should have took

Every minute is a mile

I’ve never felt so hollow

I’m an old abandoned church with broken pews

And empty aisles

My secrets for a buck

Watch me as I cut myself wide open

On this stage

Yes, I am paid to spill my guts

I won’t see home till spring

Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic

But I am paid to make girls panic

While I sing

And we won’t let you in

Though we’re down and out

No we won’t let you in

And we won’t let you in

We don’t want what isn’t ours

We won’t let you in

You win, you win, you win

And the coastline is quiet

While we’re quietly losing control

And we’re silent but sure

We invented the cure

That will wash out my memories of her

«The harpoon is loaded.

The cage is lowered

The water is red.»

Like you, like you

And we won’t let you in

Though we’re down and out

No we won’t let you in

And we won’t let you in

We don’t want what isn’t ours

We won’t let you in

You win, you win, you win…