Eleven Lyrics

this pomo is dangerous
the basement is filled with dust
haven't been moving much
that's real dangerous

waiting for this to come
just draining and feeling numb
struggling for change still
this forest the town fills

this basement's a real drag
hoisting the white flag
waiting for this to come
explaining and feeling dumb

pomo is dangerous
basement is filled with dust
haven't been moving much
so and so's gonna be

it's fall in the spring time
aren't you glad that it doesn't feel like
spring in the falling
a long winter ahead would be waiting for
you in the winter
then you'd wish that it felt like fall
you wish that it felt like fall
you wish that it feels like

this dust is a real drag
the basement is so sad
it seems that what we had
shoulda been more glad

the dream woulda moved back
the dust in a time lapse
the dark and the mismatch
the feeling that we're trapped

after the innocence
to live in remembrance
the dream doing late nights
distilling the dead day

the wanting to get away
the sadness to go back
the feeling that we're trapped
i'd like to get that back

it's fall in the spring time
aren't you glad that it doesn't feel like
spring in the falling
a long winter ahead would be waiting for
you in the winter
then you'd wish that it felt like fall
you wish that it felt like spring
would you take anything?

i'll take anything
oh, i'll take anything
i'll take anything, oh

with the daily face
with the saintly grace
and the angry mace
in this angry days
and the drawn down shades
in the basement maze
with a look of crazes
book of mays
and this angry mace
aren't you amazing
with drawn down shades
and the saintly face
with the saintly grace
on the ancient grays
and those drawn down days
of the drawn down shades