Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
I think you’ve had enough to handle
And I can see it in your smile
It's become a function over fashion
As if satisfaction's going out of style
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
It's just a blessing of reception
And I see sorrow in your eyes
Oh like the candidate for caution
Crossing your sentimental lines
And if it's okay, could I stay a while?
Color-coded, a calming hue
The walls are barren, they're just like you
Hardly motivated, a destitute design
Upstate blues they could paint this room
Cold and grey like New York and you
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
(Whoa oh, whoa oh-oh)
I didn’t want to stay here
But you couldn’t wait to leave
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
A whole community of people never sleeping, only drinking it alone
They soak their twenties into tens
It's like their twenties never end
Upstate blues they could paint this room
Cold and grey like New York and you
I survey the scene, I see
If misery loves company than what does that make me?
Dusting for prints here
And chasing the names of your friends who've escaped you
I've begged you to leave Niagara
It makes headstones
Turn all the tricks beneath your sleeves
You've become what you've always feared
Even though this all seems absurd to hear
But I couldn’t follow through
Upstate blues they will paint your room
Cold and grey like New York and you
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
Upstate Blues was written by Evan Thomas Weiss.
Upstate Blues was produced by Brian Deck.
Into It. Over It. released Upstate Blues on Tue Sep 24 2013.