Another hotel
With ruined plans
Romantic gesture
With ruined plans
And so you make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
You make it your own
Another phone call
With ruined plans
Romantic gesture
With ruined plans
And so you make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
You make it your own
But this is where your arm can't go
And your red sky at night won't follow me
It won't follow me now.
I won't wear your shoes
I won't clip your wings.
I see it when you lied
We all look so surprised
And will you come back?
You come back?
And breathing in smoke signs
Like a puppet told to drive
And will you come back?
You come back?
And your red sky at night won't follow me
It won't follow me now.
And your red sky at night won't follow me
It won't follow me now.
And your red sky at night won't follow me
It won't follow me now.
And your red sky at night won't follow me
You won't follow me now.
Where are your manners?
So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners?
Writer(s): Craig Orzel, Mark Gerard Devine, James Graham, Andrew James Macfarlane
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