Brass Lyrics

Autumn's back and it's cool again.
And, the better things that you feel set into the cold.
Grab your jacket, fix your hat, and face the snow.
Throw your pack across your back before you go.

A slow goodbye and the batt'ry dies
'Fore your breathe your last is your second life. You're alive.
Pay your pleasantries to all the passers by.
Say the words to them, but never beg the why.

Sleeping in to save your cold goodbye.
Slipping down the same old rope. Goodbye.

The blink of an eye and the tears you cry.
Carry luggage along the electric line this time.
Swear your heart out yours won't intersect with mine. Unwrap your silverware as you prepare to dine.

And you're carried away to the nearest place.
Yeah, you've seen it before, the familiar face, this town.
Jason's chomping at his bit to send your 'round.
Hanging upside like a spider spin you down.

You're sleeping to beat of the real thing.
'Cause you got and cold and unescapable feeling, yeah.
You put the horse before the car.
You got a mark on your head and a battle scar.
Take the title to escape your past.
It looks like gold, but it sounds like brass.

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