An old country town
Tucked away
In a mountain side
I pop my ears
From the pressure on this elevating drive
Found a blue antique shop
Called "Weston Village Store"
They were just about to close, but
The owner told me to explore
An old saw mill
As vacant as the sky
Saw a ghost in the window
A greenish-lightleak
In my eye
Somehow I'm still
On 95
One day,
When I've grown old
With misanthropy
I'll always want you
Here with me
We can retire
Into leaves
We change with autumn
Then wait 'til spring
Before I know it
I'm burning daylight
Get back on the highway
While a ring tone
Clouds my mind
I check into a log cabin
To stay the night
I park my car,
Grab my things,
Then head inside
I look at dark wood
Graced by tungsten light
From an array of lamps
Around a cozy nook
I'll sit there and I'll write
One day,
I'd love to make it back
Living in the vermont
Forest night
The deer make
Good friends
As they run through
Sticks and leaves
I lay alone
As birds clamor
Among the trees
In and out
My head
As I read Lovecraft
And fall asleep
Everyone
Looks so proud
And familiar
Higher
Off the ground
Trees turn to Cities of ant
Then dots and lines
Walls of
Hypnic shadow
Like you the beauty
Takes over my mind
If I hear your voice
Can you tell me we're okay
Because I'm
Looking out the window
And the sky is all bursting into flames
I wanna know
That it's all real
That it's really all been maimed
My heart is drowning
I won't surface I'm addicted to the pain
You can tell me that you love me
But it's all a f*cking lie
I can see it on your face
It comes in waves that lift up
And wash over my pride
And it doesn't f*cking matter
By you I'm not defined
I'll stand at the top
And let tranquility
Grab and close my eyes
Pinewood Derby - Vermont Song (VT) / At The Mountains of Madness [NH] Lyrics
Pinewood Derby - Vermont Song (VT) / At The Mountains of Madness [NH] Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
An old country town
Tucked away
In a mountain side
I pop my ears
From the pressure on this elevating drive
Found a blue antique shop
Called "Weston Village Store"
They were just about to close, but
The owner told me to explore
An old saw mill
As vacant as the sky
Saw a ghost in the window
A greenish-lightleak
In my eye
Somehow I'm still
On 95
One day,
When I've grown old
With misanthropy
I'll always want you
Here with me
We can retire
Into leaves
We change with autumn
Then wait 'til spring
Before I know it
I'm burning daylight
Get back on the highway
While a ring tone
Clouds my mind
I check into a log cabin
To stay the night
I park my car,
Grab my things,
Then head inside
I look at dark wood
Graced by tungsten light
From an array of lamps
Around a cozy nook
I'll sit there and I'll write
One day,
I'd love to make it back
Living in the vermont
Forest night
The deer make
Good friends
As they run through
Sticks and leaves
I lay alone
As birds clamor
Among the trees
In and out
My head
As I read Lovecraft
And fall asleep
Everyone
Looks so proud
And familiar
Higher
Off the ground
Trees turn to Cities of ant
Then dots and lines
Walls of
Hypnic shadow
Like you the beauty
Takes over my mind
If I hear your voice
Can you tell me we're okay
Because I'm
Looking out the window
And the sky is all bursting into flames
I wanna know
That it's all real
That it's really all been maimed
My heart is drowning
I won't surface I'm addicted to the pain
You can tell me that you love me
But it's all a f*cking lie
I can see it on your face
It comes in waves that lift up
And wash over my pride
And it doesn't f*cking matter
By you I'm not defined
I'll stand at the top
And let tranquility
Grab and close my eyes
Tucked away
In a mountain side
I pop my ears
From the pressure on this elevating drive
Found a blue antique shop
Called "Weston Village Store"
They were just about to close, but
The owner told me to explore
An old saw mill
As vacant as the sky
Saw a ghost in the window
A greenish-lightleak
In my eye
Somehow I'm still
On 95
One day,
When I've grown old
With misanthropy
I'll always want you
Here with me
We can retire
Into leaves
We change with autumn
Then wait 'til spring
Before I know it
I'm burning daylight
Get back on the highway
While a ring tone
Clouds my mind
I check into a log cabin
To stay the night
I park my car,
Grab my things,
Then head inside
I look at dark wood
Graced by tungsten light
From an array of lamps
Around a cozy nook
I'll sit there and I'll write
One day,
I'd love to make it back
Living in the vermont
Forest night
The deer make
Good friends
As they run through
Sticks and leaves
I lay alone
As birds clamor
Among the trees
In and out
My head
As I read Lovecraft
And fall asleep
Everyone
Looks so proud
And familiar
Higher
Off the ground
Trees turn to Cities of ant
Then dots and lines
Walls of
Hypnic shadow
Like you the beauty
Takes over my mind
If I hear your voice
Can you tell me we're okay
Because I'm
Looking out the window
And the sky is all bursting into flames
I wanna know
That it's all real
That it's really all been maimed
My heart is drowning
I won't surface I'm addicted to the pain
You can tell me that you love me
But it's all a f*cking lie
I can see it on your face
It comes in waves that lift up
And wash over my pride
And it doesn't f*cking matter
By you I'm not defined
I'll stand at the top
And let tranquility
Grab and close my eyes
Writer: Marty Quinn, Dylan McNulty
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid