Moving Trains Slowly Slowly (Ft. Dashboard Confessional)

Tangled up, denim eyes
Stuck on you, see the signs
Summertime, hypnotised
Wait for you, but not tonight

I bet that you'd gamble me
If you heard the frequency I'm on
It sounds like
Death threats on your wedding day
Well wishes on your funeral cake and

The summer is creeping around the bend
I really could use a new friend who's just like you
To break down or break into your house or your car
Or your head

Take me down, just enough
To keep me round and fuck me up
I'm coming back, evеrytime
Wait for me, 'til I die

I bеt that you'd gamble me
But just maybe you'd turn to me
I watched them all gouge out my father's eyes

Take my hand
And cut it off
Fuck me up
I know the cost
Take my hand
And cut it off
Fuck me up
I know the cost