White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
you turn on Winston in the den
and I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano
when you make breakfast after 10
and I smell the coffee on your fingers
I still smell the perfume in the bed
the crushed linen roses on everything
and your still inside my head

you gotta make her know how it feels to miss you
let her know your swapping sides
you're not the one with all the problems no no
you're the one with all the pride

so just pick your head up boy and walk away
walk the coolest walk that you know
cause in a month or two she'll call you
you gotta hang up the phone

I hope she knows I got this memory
that won't ever seem to break or bend
a thick lock and sheetrock is on my windows in the kitchen
I dont think I'll ever take them down again
Round Lyrics
Parallel lines running into town Got a car on empty and a few odd sounds All that I need Fourteen times but it won't come out Every avenue's blocked and we need it now Increase the speed