Bleachers – 45 Lyrics

Count the steps around the park
Consider drinkin' 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 into two pieces
One who wants you and one who's gone dark

But I'm still inside
Your fast machine 
Always holding your love supreme 
Old 45s
Spinnin' 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?
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 inside
Your fast machine 
Always holding your love supreme 
Old 45s
Spinnin' out of time
But honey, I'm still on your side 

Now you're just the stranger that I know best
Now you're just the stranger in our bed
Now I'm just the 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 cryin' out for cryin' out's sake 

But 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 'til the day that I die

Hey, I'm still inside
Your fast machine 
I'm always holding your love supreme 
Old 45s
Spinnin' out of time
But honey, I'm still on your side

Honey, I'm still on your side