Dead End Thanks - Horse Feathers

Bankrupt in bed let’s not call this love

While waving a flag that’s white as a dove

We’d lay and not speak

We’d cry and not weep

I’m wide awake

And have honestly seen our mistake

With the changing of minds

A new tune must be sung

While choking on old air

That’s up in our lungs

We’d lay and not speak

We’d cry and not weep

And now we’re hollering

Murder from the streets?

Sleep fragile doll

It don’t look like you’re mine at all

We had walked before we’d crawled

And ran straight into a wall

And now we’re hollering

Murder from the streets?

I’m wide awake and have honestly seen

By dream and by sign

Two people just run out of time