lifeblood: songs: lyrics: something real
i've seen the sun on a funeral
the full moon in a midday sky
tactician politician hold his head and wonder why
i'm always struck that much harder
by the power of suggestion
by now i know the answer's always in the question
now that we're done with that
why don't you warm the car
all of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
more than the weather chills
the bands practicing their drills
i've got to get back to something real with you
(oooh oooh oooh)
i had to call your parents
to get your number again
i was either gonna be the prodigal or the banished friend
we were standing against an outside wall
i was afraid of what you'd say
it took me ten years to call you back but here we are today
and now that we're done with that
why don't you warm the car
all of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
(all the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football)
more than the weather chills
the bands practicing their drills
i've got to get back to something real with you
(oooh oooh oooh)
(oooh oooh oooh)
so life has brought you this
two marriages and three kids
and me a life as slick as ice that finally hit the skids
you're as sweet as you ever were
a slight sickness of regret
washes over me and in the end that's all i get
now that we're done with that
(i tried to get back)
why don't you warm the car
(to something real)
all of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
(now that we're done with that, now that we're done with that)
more than the weather chills
(now i know the)
the bands practicing their drills
(sickness of regret)
i've got to get back to something real
(in the end that's all i get)
i've got to get back to something real
(in the end that's all i get)
got to get back to something real
with you
(oooh oooh oooh)
(oooh oooh oooh)
words and music by emily saliers
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