It's long gone the carry on from December
It is no matter
If you remember
Mold and paper, bad wine, and too much bedside whiskey
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up in my sleeve
Now it is your line
I know that I wrote it
And if you tell a lie
Well, no one would notice
And to you and I
Well, I was the loudest
While you stayed quiet
We were surrounded
It's long gone the carry on from the winter
I asked you upstairs
Until we tangled in my hair
You were never one for chronic chattering
Your heartbeat pale
While I flew my colors
I flew my colors like a sail
Now it is your line
I know that I wrote it
And if you tell a lie
Well, no one would notice
And to you and I
Well, I was the loudest
While you stayed quiet
We were surrounded
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up