Worldender - The Ballroom Thieves

Worldender

With a temper just as grim as you are tender

Never close I make the most of my own surrender

Worldender

Worldender

Driving

South 101

Got a parking ticket

In a state park in Oregon

I didn’t see the sign

But I rarely do now do I

Smoke in my eyes

Pulled over

For a glass and a plate and a smoke break

You like half empty dives

And I like Christmas in May

And the lights went out

And I could not see my own hands

And the walls began to dance

Worldender

With a temper just as grim as you are tender

Never close I make the most of my own surrender

Worldender

Worldender

Back to the van

Rows and rows and rows of almond trees

I clocked out for a minute

Hands at six and three

You thought we’d never make it

To see our angel in silver lake

But we did and we’ll do it again

Worldender

With a temper just as grim as you are tender

Never close I make the most of my own surrender

Worldender

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