The Lovesong Writer - Thursday

作词：Geoff Rickly

作曲：Geoff Rickly/Tom Keeley/Steve Pedulla/Tim Payne/Tucker Rule/Andrew Everding

Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium

He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar

With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies

Chords into church bells that fill up the alleys

Lovers entwine in the heat of the night

And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences

We we will pretend

That it's all just made up

The songs that he writes

Are too personal

He can't play them for anyone

When he's all alone the lovesong writer sings

Oooh ooooh

Can anyone hear me now

But no one hears him now

So he stumbles through syllables cut from their sentences

Lost letters call to him deep in the alphabet

Please give us meaning

Pose for me now

You're the broken heart

You're the sigh in the back of the throat

And on the other side

You're the queen of spades

You're the sound that she makes on her way

There's always a way out

There's always a way out

When he's all alone

The lovesong writer sings

Ooooh

Can anyone hear me now

But no one hears at all

The lovesong writer sits all alone

When he hears the sound of the knock at the door

Fifty red roses falling apart

In the hands of someone

That you scripted and left behind

All of the others scorned by their lovers

Showed up at your door

Staring you down they said

Sing for me sing for me

Sing for me now

Sing for me sing for me

Sing for me now

There's no way out

There's no way out

There's no way out