Seven Rules - Metric

Come on, angel, come and save us

Let me see sunrise

Give me something for the one thing

We immortalized

Gaze upon you, turning into

Some desired doll

I’ll be there to come and shake you

When your will dissolves

My love

Come out of the woods

Come out of the woods

Now darling

We’re out of the woods

We’re out of the woods

You’re safe in my mind

Some antiquated tune

In my heart some ancient song

A song too blue to even use

Come on inside, it’s a long ride

'80s limousine

I’ll be tongue-tied, you’ll be cross-eyed

On the grainy screen

With a token appreciation

Amateur cigar

Steel-plated, silver-painted

Novelty guitar

For you, well

Isn’t it good and isn’t it shit?

They lured us away from the beach

And onto the cruise ship

I lied, I lied

And never grew

To be made a lonely child

The seven rules you need to know

In my mind

Some antiquated tune

In my heart some ancient song

A song too blue to even use

I remember the beat and the sound of the bass

When you played all alone

Every possible dream in the head that you held

And the hands that you hold

I remember the beat and the sound of the bass

When you played all alone

Every possible dream in the head that you held

And the hands that you hold

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