The Lovesong Writer - thursday

[00:00.12]The Lovesong Writer - Thursday
[00:00.74]Written by：Geoff Rickly/Tom Keeley/Steve Pedulla/Tim Payne/Tucker Rule/Andrew Everding
[00:16.68]Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium
[00:24.94]He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
[00:32.36]With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
[00:37.67]Chords into church bells that fill up the alleys
[00:41.63]Lovers entwine in the heat of the night
[00:45.37]And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
[00:50.09]We we will pretend
[00:57.56]That it's all just made up
[01:11.45]The songs that he writes
[01:13.69]Are too personal
[01:16.18]He can't play them for anyone
[01:30.42]When he's all alone the lovesong writer sings
[01:36.21]Oooh ooooh
[01:38.869995]Can anyone hear me now
[01:47.85]But no one hears him now
[01:51.03]So he stumbles through syllables cut from their sentences
[01:55.69]Lost letters call to him deep in the alphabet
[01:59.83]Please give us meaning
[02:04.59]Pose for me now
[02:07.59]You're the broken heart
[02:09.45]You're the sigh in the back of the throat
[02:14.07]And on the other side
[02:15.59]You're the queen of spades
[02:17.88]You're the sound that she makes on her way
[02:26.85]There's always a way out
[02:35.13]There's always a way out
[02:48.77]When he's all alone
[02:51.19]The lovesong writer sings
[02:54.45]Ooooh
[02:57.34]Can anyone hear me now
[03:05.38]But no one hears at all
[03:16.03]The lovesong writer sits all alone
[03:24.47]When he hears the sound of the knock at the door
[03:55.14]Fifty red roses falling apart
[03:58.77]In the hands of someone
[04:00.8]That you scripted and left behind
[04:03.78]All of the others scorned by their lovers
[04:06.9]Showed up at your door
[04:09.48]Staring you down they said
[04:11.37]Sing for me sing for me
[04:13.61]Sing for me now
[04:19.97]Sing for me sing for me
[04:21.96]Sing for me now
[04:37.02]There's no way out
[04:46.07]There's no way out
[04:53.55]There's no way out