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Stairway Video (MV)




Performed By: The Widowers
Length: 3:13
Written by: Matthew Sigur




The Widowers - Stairway Lyrics




Take a bow, love
You're in my head again
And the dreams can't come soon enough
I caught a glimpse of you
Stopped me in my tracks
You caught me staring
Now I wanna go and change my name

It was blaring from the back of the hallway
Playing some inane shit like stairway
We'll never get it back the time or the place
And I just rushed some words
A steady rhythm of nouns and verbs
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight

I'll be who you want me to be
Whoever's on your silver screen
A soldier, a saint, or anything in between
I left it for the judge and the jury
I carved it to a concrete block
Anything to make it less blurry
Anything to stop that asshole clock

It was blaring from the back of the hallway
Playing some inane shit like stairway
We'll never get it back the time or the place
And I just rushed some words
A steady rhythm of nouns and verbs
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight

Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight
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Take a bow, love
You're in my head again
And the dreams can't come soon enough
I caught a glimpse of you
Stopped me in my tracks
You caught me staring
Now I wanna go and change my name

It was blaring from the back of the hallway
Playing some inane shit like stairway
We'll never get it back the time or the place
And I just rushed some words
A steady rhythm of nouns and verbs
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight

I'll be who you want me to be
Whoever's on your silver screen
A soldier, a saint, or anything in between
I left it for the judge and the jury
I carved it to a concrete block
Anything to make it less blurry
Anything to stop that asshole clock

It was blaring from the back of the hallway
Playing some inane shit like stairway
We'll never get it back the time or the place
And I just rushed some words
A steady rhythm of nouns and verbs
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight

Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight
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Writer: Matthew Sigur
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