Hold back the loneliness With coffee and cigarettes Show words that show me how To build a house Not tear it down
I wrote you a simple song To show what I thought wrong All you saw was melodies And harmonies, Feeling the subtleties
So give us some solid ground I beg you to make a sound Cause pretty words don’t cut it anymore I need something for all that I’ve endured
Remember the happy days When there was no need for shame Give me back the memories I demand I need them in my hands like Whiskey to the preacher man
I wanna paint the wall With nothing but happiness I can’t recall Teach me how to tell you when I’m wrong Don’t wanna write you songs To show you all that’s wrong
Give us some solid ground Beg you to make a sound Cause pretty words don’t cut it anymore I need something for all that I’ve endured
So give us some solid ground Beg you to make a sound Cause pretty words don’t cut it anymore I need something for all that I’ve endured
So give us some solid ground I beg you to make a sound Cause pretty words don’t cut it anymore I need something for all that I’ve endured Ooh Cause pretty words don’t cut it anymore, I need something for all that I’ve endured Ooh