Lyrics to cold days from the birdhouse BY the twilight sad

	make home / tell a friend / lyrics to

	Another hotel with ruined plans Romantic gesture withruined plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own Another phone call with ruined plans Romantic gesture with ruined plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own But this is where your arm can't go And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now I wont wear your shoes And I wont clip your wings I see it when you lied We all look so surprised And will you come back? You come back And breathing in smoke signs Like a puppet told to drive And will you come back? You come back And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now (x3) And your red sky at night won't follow me You won't follow me now So where are your manners? (repeat untill end)

lyrics to cold days from the birdhouse