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about
written by Andrew Paine Bradbury
lyrics
Left a message at the front desk I guess it didn't get through
Heard your temperature's falling I'm calling trying to get to you
You spend too much time with the old crowd you know you're just getting used
But just because you got nothing to win don't mean there's not a lot to lose
With your horsefeathers and your shiny chin
Got to get it together, people's patience wearing thin
There's been a lot of complaints about Room 1009
Sister won't you draw back the curtain, open up those blinds
You can't spend the rest of your life behind a Do Not Disturb sign
It's high time you check yourself out of Room 1009
Ten years we chased the depths we took lives and liberties
And we always carried that big set of jailer keys
We climbed the highest mountains to let out a scream
But underneath there was a sad sad song always whistling through the breeze
It's crying now for the tickets, screaming you pull me down
You say you don't shoot horses but where's your mustang now
There's been a lot of complaints about Room 1009
Sister won't you draw back the curtain, open up those blinds
You can't spend the rest of your life behind a Do Not Disturb sign
High time you check yourself out of Room 1009
And I know my words once heard might not hold a lot of sway
And I know the answer ain't coming on some bright sunny day
I know you get down with the weather, sitting stuck in LA
But there's a choir singing for you and they're not gonna go away
They're singing
About New York City up on concrete heels
You think you lost it forever I think I how you feel
There's been a lot of complaints about Room 1009
Sister won't you draw back the curtain, open up those blinds
You can't spend the rest of your life behind a Do Not Disturb sign
It's high time you check yourself out of Room 1009
credits
from Comes In Phases,
released May 20, 2014
APB: Vocals, guitar
Brian Baker: Guitar, backing vocals
Steve Cuiffo: Guitar
Joe Sweeney: Bass
Ricky Gordon: Drums