Red, red walls and dark brown eyes
And you're telling me you're leaving before I even said goodbye
In between the awkward pause
On the outskirts of applause
I saw the look in your eye
I shouted "I hear that there are bad thing where you're going
Spiders the size of my hard lies and lonely, lonely"
But I meant to say "Stay, please stay"
Limb to limb and lip to lip
And the feeling of lunacy sneaking in my grip
I put down my telephone and crawled my way on home
Don't worry friend, it's just a trip
released March 5, 2011
All music performed by the Golden Age of Radio, produced and mastered by Jeff Rosenstock.
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