Music: Elliot Denenberg
A hundred birds, flying circles
Round and round my bed
I’m getting old
All this silver and gold, I can’t help myself
Bouquets past bloom
Hold a picture in your head if flowers still mean anything to you
Can you hear it, the distant grinding?
Where's my car even driving?
I can't believe my mother****ing timing
Before us, before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
I was a hallway with all the doors closed
Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
I closed my eyes and I gave up control
This room has snapped cold
And I’d leave if it weren’t for my view of the road
A bouquet past bloom
And I swear I hear it singing my old tunes
Oh, I can’t help myself
Before us, before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
I was a hallway with all the doors closed
Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
I closed my eyes and I gave up control, I gave up control
I gave up control, I gave up control
To the silver and gold, to the silver and gold
Where's my car even driving?
Can you believe this mother****ing timing
Before us, before us, I was a good man in a bad place
I found sin when I was looking for grace
Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
And somewhere I gave up control, I gave up control
I gave up control to the silver and gold
I gave up control
I gave up control
I gave up control to the silver and gold