Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good
Matthew Good
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
Matthew Good Band
If they dropped the bomb
Would you love me then
If I was wrong
Would it be okay
Well I can see holes in everyone
A change of season
If I found a way
To make amends
Would you say I was too late
Well I can find
The holes on anyone
A change of season
A change of season
I feel like I'm losing for money
I feel like I'm losing for free
I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be
I feel like we're drinking and driving
I feel like we're running into walls
I feel like swimming in your apathy
You know I'd love to be your conscience when it calls
If they made me crawl
Would you love me then
If I was small
Would it be okay
Well I can see
The need in everyone
A change of season
A change of season
I feel like I'm losing for money
I feel like I'm losing for free
I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be
I feel like we're drinking and driving
I feel like we're running into walls
I feel like swimming in your apathy as a kind of parody
For miles and miles, miles
I feel like somebody's missing
I feel like somebody's missing
I think somebody's missing