1000 Years

If you call, I'll come crawling after you
Against the wall, I'll press further into you
Asleep on the radio, well, it comes and goes
If you call, I'll come crawling back to you

Way down, wait 'til you're gone again
Snowblind, into the south again

If you call, I'll come crawling back to you
Through the wall, [?] of you
This is [?] your clouds above
[?] to [?] drowning me

Way down, wait 'til you're gone again
Snowblind, into the south again
Way down, wait 'til you're gone again
Snowblind, into the south again

Head out drinking with our heads in broken speaker cones
We do Chicago smoking [?] A.M. liquor runs
[?] cars buried deep out somewhere [?]
[?] apartments [fed up?] tenants who will never rent

We look to the days ahead with nothing else to do
[?] the 4am boulevard's as tender as a bruise

Way down, wait 'til you're gone again
Snowblind, into the south again
Way down, wait 'til you're gone again
Snowblind, into the south again