Song | The City of Five Seasons |
Artist | TGL |
Album | This Is the End. |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
And I’m homesick with state lines. | |
It's been running through my mind over 1,000 times. | |
Oh how I miss the city of the five seasons. | |
My home state, the I O W A. | |
I know it’s not paradise. | |
But I’ll gladly suffer the 6-hour drives. | |
And when I lay my body in my bed I’ll know exactly why I came. | |
I’ll pray for the next flight home but settle for the highway. | |
Grab my brush and bag so I can. | |
Paint this map an equal shade of grey. | |
To undivide the lines. | |
The ring of the telephone in my ear. | |
Speak the words that are so hard to hear. | |
Three minutes of I miss yous and wish you were heres. | |
It helps me see. The how we chose to be. | |
Has made us distant. And the distance it means everything. | |
And if this dance floor clears before the night is through. | |
We’ll just laugh and surrender our bodies. | |
And I’ll take her winters. | |
And I’ll take her summer heat. | |
Just to be back home. |
And I' m homesick with state lines. | |
It' s been running through my mind over 1, 000 times. | |
Oh how I miss the city of the five seasons. | |
My home state, the I O W A. | |
I know it' s not paradise. | |
But I' ll gladly suffer the 6hour drives. | |
And when I lay my body in my bed I' ll know exactly why I came. | |
I' ll pray for the next flight home but settle for the highway. | |
Grab my brush and bag so I can. | |
Paint this map an equal shade of grey. | |
To undivide the lines. | |
The ring of the telephone in my ear. | |
Speak the words that are so hard to hear. | |
Three minutes of I miss yous and wish you were heres. | |
It helps me see. The how we chose to be. | |
Has made us distant. And the distance it means everything. | |
And if this dance floor clears before the night is through. | |
We' ll just laugh and surrender our bodies. | |
And I' ll take her winters. | |
And I' ll take her summer heat. | |
Just to be back home. |
And I' m homesick with state lines. | |
It' s been running through my mind over 1, 000 times. | |
Oh how I miss the city of the five seasons. | |
My home state, the I O W A. | |
I know it' s not paradise. | |
But I' ll gladly suffer the 6hour drives. | |
And when I lay my body in my bed I' ll know exactly why I came. | |
I' ll pray for the next flight home but settle for the highway. | |
Grab my brush and bag so I can. | |
Paint this map an equal shade of grey. | |
To undivide the lines. | |
The ring of the telephone in my ear. | |
Speak the words that are so hard to hear. | |
Three minutes of I miss yous and wish you were heres. | |
It helps me see. The how we chose to be. | |
Has made us distant. And the distance it means everything. | |
And if this dance floor clears before the night is through. | |
We' ll just laugh and surrender our bodies. | |
And I' ll take her winters. | |
And I' ll take her summer heat. | |
Just to be back home. |