Why Dont You Come Out Anymore? by Natvral Lyrics
Why don't you come out anymore?
Yes, why don't you come out anymore?
The snows are gone and the world is young
So why don't you come out anymore?
I see the silver in your hair, the gold on your hand
You've gone and done something you can't undo again
Well I know it's not him, your promise never's much
Just like the dishes patiently await your touch
I wain for you, I do
Where's the fire gone from your tongue?
Yeah, where's that fire you spit at the sun?
The leaves have gone, your curtains drawn
So whеre's the fire gonе from your tongue?
You've felt the kick of a child, the weakness of a man
Now you take a little powder just to steady your command
You say you won't be seen, but then you prop the door
Your father raised a soldier, but whose side I can't be sure
Still I side with you, I do
The bars we used to close down have all closed down now
You’d put a twenty in the jukebox just to hear a silent song
I never meant to make you something you’d no wish to be
I just liked your morning greyhounds and a glimpse of your disease
I tell you I’m no better, and you’ve always known that true
So I never sent these letters, I just pleased myself to you
Now why do I still see you in the attic of my head
Think I smell the ashes still that I spilled on your death bed
Is that why you don't come out?
Is that why you don't come out?
And is that why you don’t come out anymore?
Yes, why don't you come out anymore?
The snows are gone and the world is young
So why don't you come out anymore?
I see the silver in your hair, the gold on your hand
You've gone and done something you can't undo again
Well I know it's not him, your promise never's much
Just like the dishes patiently await your touch
I wain for you, I do
Where's the fire gone from your tongue?
Yeah, where's that fire you spit at the sun?
The leaves have gone, your curtains drawn
So whеre's the fire gonе from your tongue?
You've felt the kick of a child, the weakness of a man
Now you take a little powder just to steady your command
You say you won't be seen, but then you prop the door
Your father raised a soldier, but whose side I can't be sure
Still I side with you, I do
The bars we used to close down have all closed down now
You’d put a twenty in the jukebox just to hear a silent song
I never meant to make you something you’d no wish to be
I just liked your morning greyhounds and a glimpse of your disease
I tell you I’m no better, and you’ve always known that true
So I never sent these letters, I just pleased myself to you
Now why do I still see you in the attic of my head
Think I smell the ashes still that I spilled on your death bed
Is that why you don't come out?
Is that why you don't come out?
And is that why you don’t come out anymore?