45 - Bleachers

Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff

Composed by：Jack Antonoff

Count the steps around the park

Consider drinking in the yard

Hang the words of a perfect stranger

In the hallways of my heart

'Cause all the blessings are somebody else's

They're flowers in my neighbor's pot

I'm torn exactly in two pieces

One who wants you and one who's gone dark

But I'm still in sight

Your fast machine

Always holding your love supreme

Our 45's

Spinning out of time

But honey I'm still on your side

Are my hopes finally gonna waste me

Am I the worst compass I could know

So I took the bus across the bridge

Sold my bedroom from my home

Maybe it's the East Coast in the music

Or the endless road from the past

But while you're praying at the 90s

They're carving up anything that lasts

But I'm still in sight

Your fast machine

Always holding your love supreme

Our 45's

Spinning out of time

But honey I'm still on your side

Now you're just a stranger that I know best

Now you're just a stranger that I know best

Now I'm just a stranger that you know best

There ain't no book that I can live by

Just these naggings I can't shake

A hum coming from the basement

A little crying out for crying out's sake

'Cause if I can learn to love your shadow

When your shadow hits the light

And there ain't no trace of what we've been through

Then I'll shout it till the day that I die

And I'm still in sight

Your fast machine

Always holding your love supreme

Our 45's

Spinning out of time

But honey I'm still on your side

I'm still on your side