Six million jaws hit a theatre floor.
I rest my hand in something wet and warm.
I know you're watching from the corner of your eye, yeah.
If you move closer to me. I won't mind.

Just make it last. Just in case.

It's your skin, your hands, your face that's coming on.
But it's regret that makes the cab ride home such a drag.


Lyrics submitted by SaviorSalvation213, edited by jmali

The Theatre Goer song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain