Matthew Good Band - Heathers Like Sunday Lyrics
Had a mapHad a chance left in a stolen carThe cruise sure looked like heavenBut we knew we'd never make it that farThe sea fields and the poor towns flew by in the darkAnd our plan, my dear, there she slept, with one single shotTo the heart full of stringsHeart full of finer thingsThere is salvation out thereThere are reasons for us to careHands on the wheelTried hard to breathe and feelCause going out's the easy part, I said going out's the easy partAnd if the Devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know itAnd I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flameLike love is just a prison if there is no one there to listenAnd the truth is shallow water if you learn nothing when it cameFound a causeHad a chance dream with a cheap huitarI know that she'd beleive me but she knew I'd never make it that farShe said they'd follow me down if I didn't give myself awaySo you just hold on tight and close your eyesAnd try damn hard no to think about yesterdayShe said her father was a holy man who hid her from the worldLike a puppet in an evening dress with plastic friends and pearlsAnd I was never much for dancing but I was the leader of the bandAnd I played revolutionary waltzes with a revolver in myHand over stringsA hand full of finer thingsThere is salvation in hereReasons for us to careHands on the wheelTried to breathe and feelCause going out's the easy part, I said going out's the easy partAnd if the Devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know itAnd I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flameLike love is just the meaning of someone else's dreamingAnd Heather's like
