Every time I hear you play this
I think that we're out walking, talk talking
Daydream talking like it's nothing
It's 1am we're getting coffee
We're going to smoke our packs empty
Drink drinking ourselves to sleep
Well don't you know it's already third time this week
Once in an empty house, right by the window
You asked me if I'd hold your hand, I said of course I'd love too
And when you thanked me, you said
It's what I miss most about her
Now I'm talking to Havana
God damn' he's got soul
You shouldn't treat him so cold
from collective to a man of grief
Come on Havana is that what you want to see?
So as I’m walking back to my car, from the corner of an old market bar
Next to me walks a man of grief
Smoking a Havana soul cigar
He reminds me to keep my head up high, and the only limit is the sky
So now I keep my head held high
I keep it right towards that honey yellow sky
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
Every time I hear you play this
I think that we're out walking, talk talking
Daydream talking like it's nothing
It's 1am we're getting coffee
We're going to smoke our packs empty
Drink drinking ourselves to sleep
Well don't you know it's already third time this week
Once in an empty house, right by the window
You asked me if I'd hold your hand, I said of course I'd love too
And when you thanked me, you said
It's what I miss most about her
Now I'm talking to Havana
God damn' he's got soul
You shouldn't treat him so cold
from collective to a man of grief
Come on Havana is that what you want to see?
So as I’m walking back to my car, from the corner of an old market bar
Next to me walks a man of grief
Smoking a Havana soul cigar
He reminds me to keep my head up high, and the only limit is the sky
So now I keep my head held high
I keep it right towards that honey yellow sky
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