good heavens, its pluto ! Lyrics

The door to the front yard is stuck on the concrete, you'd think it'd be hard to let go

The napkin is stained with your lipstick

Your friend downstairs has been workin on her magic tricks

Your eyes, your eyes, they look to the phone

But there's no one to call so you wait to walk home

Your hands, your hands, they rest on your lap

Aching for a second chance but the price is too high to catch

But you don't have a clue

Of what's on the other side, the sting of the heat why can't you decide

While the leaves pass you by

The concrete is pulled up now but you still have time

You still have time

The door is all you'll ever see

Stumble into something new, you're halfway up the tree

Feel the heat with the back of your hand

If you're not ready dear, step into the sand

Alright

But you don't have a clue

Of what's on the other side, the sting of the heat why can't you decide

While the leaves pass you by

The concrete is pulled up now but you still have time

You still have time

You still have time

Your eyes, your eyes, they look to the phone

But there's no one to call so you wait to walk home

Your hands, your hands, they rest on your lap

Aching for a second chance but the price is too high to catch