postcard from princess, last cigarette, st patrick's
in a west end toronto polish bar, back ache
and i can't wait to see you, i can't wait to be alone
and i'll call you tomorrow from winnipeg or saskatchewan
the drunken wine is keeping me from sleeping
and it's changing the channels on my tv
and i've forgotten all the pretty lies
that used to come so easily to mind

and the stars aren't guiding us home
they're just dragging us backwards and forwards 'til dawn

finish what you're doing and kiss me on the mouth
and call up all of your friends for a quiet night out
this dance is no race, death is no dream
and she's treating this jukebox like a washing machine
shake me from this feeling, wake me from the couch
the words are so close but i can't make them out
this house is so quiet, this house is so still
i told you that i loved you, always have and always will

and the stars aren't guiding us home
they're just dragging us backwards and forwards 'til dawn


Lyrics submitted by Wester13

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