lyrics
When death's at the door saying come out to play, all the people we love will have something to say. But they knew, and we know, we all go.
So we sink deep inside to the pit of our house, keep ourselves company with a lover or spouse.
We'll shed not a tear, you'll find us waiting here when it's time to come out.
We spend all our passion on something we love, but then plead apathy when a push comes to shove. yea, it's true. No one cares enough.
Singing la la la la la la la.
When the wars of our weekends have passed into songs, and there's youth in our brains, but elsewhere it's long gone, we'll drown out the voices plague-ing our minds with the radio on 95, waiting in line.
Once it's all over of course it's ok, though we never thought childhood would end quite that way.
But we knew, and we know, we all go.
credits
from
Atlas/My Friends Split,
released August 19, 2011
Colbert Groce - tambourine, backing vocals
Matthew Lawrence Latchford - bass guitar
Brian McDaniel - trumpet
Dustin Scobell - guitar, vocals
Justin Wallace - drums
John Witt - slide guitar
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