Stay Open - The Districts

Footsteps through the hollow sound

Like the wind blew through the south cold

Hadn’t looked down, feared something

Beneath the old me, without any time

We all drifted out from these shores

Finding photographs and loveletters in bottles battered, worn

Shallow saltwater singing sore

You may not be mine

Friends they were shopping next door

Spending money on things that they couldn’t afford

Tide pulls too deep for me to hold

Standing still, still changing tide

Stay open, stay open

To catch my fault

What a shame that

I would splinter you

Or hinder you at all

Won’t give my love for free

Won’t give my love for free

Oh, but please, take it from me

Trying to send my bitter rhyme

But outside from your jokes I’m left to die cold

It is a long drive in my thoughts

Dance slow behind

Show me that you dried in the sand

Your favorite book with no pages, I’m a shell of a man

I’m fumbling with two sets of keys

But I’m setting 'em down

Words crawl under my skin

Like the wind from the north of your hair

Last fall we buried dead plans

Choke dying plans

Last fall we buried dead plans

Choke dying plans

Stay open, stay open

To catch my fault

What a shame that

I would splinter you

Or hinder you at all

Won’t give my love for free

Won’t give my love for free

Oh, but please, take it from me

Oh my god is falling in pieces

Oh my god this is falling apart

Oh my god is being turned over

Oh my god, this is out of my hand

Stay open, stay open (oh my god, falling to pieces)

To catch my fault

What a shame that (oh my god, falling apart)

I would splinter you

Or hinder you at all

Won’t give my love for free (Oh my god, turning it over)

Won’t give my love for free

Oh but please, take it from me