Texty: Hotel Of The Laughing Tree. Old Dominion. Giants In Dimly Lit Rooms.

I am your sons silhouette on the sidewalk.
I am the lost quarterback on your big screen TV.
Do what I say, and maybe we'll receive.

You hide your secrets from your eager father, and his holy crown crashed down on me.
I put his town to my torch, and watched him beg mercy, on my knees.

Take that pesticide out of the air when we're feeling low.
Play that same old song I'm hearing outside on the radio.

All of those fireflies inside your head, can't tell you why you're confined to such reds. They can't tell you why you don't know why I'm dead.

It's not the time or the place, it's not worth missing.
You're fallen from grace and lamenting alone. These stakes are high, we have come so far.

Take that pesticide out of the air when we're feeling low.
Play that same old song I'm hearing outside on the radio.

Been disconnected this entire year, I'm just committed to your greatest fears. I've lost my self in these books, and lost all my best friends.

Take that pesticide out of the air when we lost control
Play that same old song I'm hearing outside on the radio.
(You're out of sight, you're out of mind, you're out of sight and you know..)

(Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics)