Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Around here
We name the strays
We let them into our hearts
Give them a place to stay
Like jesus did
Or so we read
You gotta love everyone
Till you're dead
And it's what I've been telling you
All along
I want you know
I need you to know
And I know we're both tired of making mistakes
And falling has become our middle name
I know we just want to be rescued some days
We don't want to become some kind of broken clichе
Around here
We keep on mеssing up
We drag our egos around
In a beggar's cup
Cuz we've all been taught
From such an early age
To build a wall around our hearts
So that thing will never break
And I know we're both tired of making mistakes
And disaster has become our middle name
I know we just want to be resting some days
With the stolen eyes of love
That we carefully hide away
I remember what song was playing that day on the radio
As two speeding cars slow motion collide
We promised ourselves we'd never go silent again
We laid there for hours together and cried
And I know we're both tired of making mistakes
And disaster has become our middle name
I know we just want to be rescued some days
With the stolen eyes of love
That we carefully hide away
Around Here was written by Hawksley Workman.
Around Here was produced by Marcus Paquin.