Arthur climbs the stairs in the back Wipes his feet on the welcome mat Puts his keys on the shelf that he built Checks and plants on the windowsill
Catches a glimpse of himself in the glass Laughs 'cause his hair's stickin' up in the back He can't cope his kids or his wife Cus he drank 'till he cried to his daughter's forgotten life
A silhouette of innocence A shaving cut of common sense Holding what can't let you go Laughing hardest to the comic's intro A winter walk to clear your mind Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine? Holding what can't let you go Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango
Sarah disowned her whole family And then her brother, the writer, penned the story She said, \"you just sit there and think that you Know about people, when really You wanna hold the mirror to nature Thinking you're the next Miller or Shakespeare Will the glass, ever come to you? Cause who knows what you'd do?\"
A silhouette of innocence A shaving cut of common sense Holding what can't let you go Laughing hardest to the comic's intro A winter walk to clear your mind Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine? Holding what can't let you go Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango
It's that haunting thought and familiar ghost That holds you hard and can't let you go, Let you go! (Hey!)
Some use crowds of strangers Like a shield From love and being loved, Being loved
A silhouette of innocence A shaving cut of common sense Holding what can't let you go Laughing hardest to the comic's intro A winter walk to clear your mind Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine? Holding what can't let you go Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango
A silhouette of innocence (the story shows, the story show!) A shaving cut of common sense Holding what can't let you go Laughing hardest to the comic's intro A winter walk to clear your mind (the stories show, the stories shows!) Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine? Holding what can't let you go Dance your heart out to the 3-4 tango