Desire waits behind your eyes
Each and every day
But dawn is sailing near and you know the levy will have it's way
But you've sewn your oats and now you sit
The city is gone and it's left you to live
Running through your back door with your skirt up to your knees
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
You can pry upon the silver spoon
And plant your cherry trees
But that spoon can't give you what you want
And you can't pick the urges that you need
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And you're boots don't fit you when you're all alone
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Conversation skips and breaks apart throughout the halls
And you fill your cup and prop yourself against the family wall
And you're running through the kitchen but this time your sticks fell on the floor
And your daddy sees and he shakes his hand
My god here comes the storm
You've been, running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Through, through, through, through
Through your neighbors weeds
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Time will bring you down sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Through, through, through, through
Through your neighbors weeds
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Time will bring you down sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Trevor Menear - Boots For Alice Lyrics
Trevor Menear - Boots For Alice Lyrics
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Desire waits behind your eyes
Each and every day
But dawn is sailing near and you know the levy will have it's way
But you've sewn your oats and now you sit
The city is gone and it's left you to live
Running through your back door with your skirt up to your knees
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
You can pry upon the silver spoon
And plant your cherry trees
But that spoon can't give you what you want
And you can't pick the urges that you need
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And you're boots don't fit you when you're all alone
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Conversation skips and breaks apart throughout the halls
And you fill your cup and prop yourself against the family wall
And you're running through the kitchen but this time your sticks fell on the floor
And your daddy sees and he shakes his hand
My god here comes the storm
You've been, running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Through, through, through, through
Through your neighbors weeds
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Time will bring you down sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Through, through, through, through
Through your neighbors weeds
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Time will bring you down sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Each and every day
But dawn is sailing near and you know the levy will have it's way
But you've sewn your oats and now you sit
The city is gone and it's left you to live
Running through your back door with your skirt up to your knees
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
You can pry upon the silver spoon
And plant your cherry trees
But that spoon can't give you what you want
And you can't pick the urges that you need
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And you're boots don't fit you when you're all alone
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Conversation skips and breaks apart throughout the halls
And you fill your cup and prop yourself against the family wall
And you're running through the kitchen but this time your sticks fell on the floor
And your daddy sees and he shakes his hand
My god here comes the storm
You've been, running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Through, through, through, through
Through your neighbors weeds
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Time will bring you down sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Running around, running around, running
Running around again
Through, through, through, through
Through your neighbors weeds
Time will bring you down when you're sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Time will bring you down sitting at home
And your boots won't fit you when you're all alone
Writer: Trevor Parker Menear
Copyright: Lyrics © ANGRY MOB MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © ANGRY MOB MUSIC LLC