Paroles: Broken Bells. The High Road.

Go down to wait all night
She's bound to run him out
The rest of the nothing of anyhow
To each his own

The garden is sorting out
She curls her lips on a bar
I don't know if you're dead or not
If you're anyone

Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Your addled eyes

Come on and get to open yours
Collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair

Cos they know, so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends getting warm

The dogs who ran all night
The son who hoped it would
Break from the warfare in your house
To each his own

The soldier is bailing out
And curled his lips on a bar
And I don't know if the dead can talk
To anyone

Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Are you one of us

Come on and get to open yours
Collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair

Cos they know, so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends getting warm

It's too late to change your mind
You let laws be your guide

It's too late to change your mind
You let laws be your guide

It's too late to change your mind
You let laws be your guide