The Damnwells
The Damnwells - One Last Century lyrics
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I'm sorry 'bout your peanut stomach ache I'm sorry if your muse has run away You've still got an open invitation To come break my heart I'm sorry if the food is getting cold The hot sauce in the fridge is getting old I still love you sweet disaster It's only natural to me Silver cheek And golden melody Family tree One last century I'm sorry 'bout the dishes in the sink When I look at you I never blink Lean in and put your blues away I will comfort you I'm sorry 'bout the checks and balances I'm sorry about your softening callouses I would sooner surrender to you Than bullshit with anyone Silver cheek And golden melody Family tree One last century I'm sorry 'bout the great big black out The city was a shiftless laid about Burned a little candle And shadows dance for you Silver cheek And golden melody Family tree One last century Silver cheek A b side eulogy Skeleton key One last century