these are the correct lyrics, which were sent to me by the band themself :)
We left the red boots to wander Catherine Avenue
Cracker crumbs beneath the couch had a better view
We stumbled and sailed on over brackish water
New roses dry inside of a vacant house
We creep quietly by like a Christmas mouse
I remember walks to Elizabeth’s or the Parkway Drugs
Mother’s closet above the splintered floors
The holidays the dolls you gave still we went away
Henry don’t you know that you are a friend of mine
Henry you are a friend of mine
Half of the time
Give me half of the time
Water runs upstairs on Dennis Lane
Out of the tub and over piano strings that rust
Lake Michigan turns red brown like iodine
There are one thousand ways that you can say goodbye
But Henry didn’t you know that she was a friend of mine
Henry she was a friend of mine
And it goes
And it goes
Let it go
Will you let it go
We left the red boots to wander Catherine Avenue
There’s a low flying bird with its ear to the ground
From our house to your house through May flowers burnt grass and the cricket sound
A streetlight turns on because nightfall is near
And the low flying bird will soon disappear
these are the correct lyrics, which were sent to me by the band themself :)
We left the red boots to wander Catherine Avenue Cracker crumbs beneath the couch had a better view We stumbled and sailed on over brackish water
New roses dry inside of a vacant house We creep quietly by like a Christmas mouse I remember walks to Elizabeth’s or the Parkway Drugs
Mother’s closet above the splintered floors The holidays the dolls you gave still we went away Henry don’t you know that you are a friend of mine Henry you are a friend of mine
Half of the time Give me half of the time
Water runs upstairs on Dennis Lane Out of the tub and over piano strings that rust Lake Michigan turns red brown like iodine There are one thousand ways that you can say goodbye But Henry didn’t you know that she was a friend of mine Henry she was a friend of mine
And it goes And it goes Let it go Will you let it go
We left the red boots to wander Catherine Avenue
There’s a low flying bird with its ear to the ground From our house to your house through May flowers burnt grass and the cricket sound A streetlight turns on because nightfall is near And the low flying bird will soon disappear