Crooked Roof - Josh Tillman

Grey skies forming up ahead

You light up like a cigarette

Records playing on the set

We dont have a long time left

You call out, you call out every time

I pass thru the hall

That’s where your pictures are

You call out, you call out every time

I sing out a note

There go the words you spoke

Packing up is turning in One last look before your eyes grow dim

Lay your silhouette on the bed

And ask my where my mind has been

Where my mind has been

You call out, you call out every time

I pass thru the hall

That’s where your pictures are

You call out, you call out every time

I sing out a note

There go the words you spoke

And i never thought i’d have

A reason to go back

But as it turns out,

What we made is still there

Reflecting off the glass

And stitching up the tears

You’ve got one eye on the house

A crooked roof to be straightened out

You keep the other on the sky

Simple life just takes some time

Just takes some time