Texty: The Frames. Fighting On The Stairs.

I'm living out in the old house
And fighting on the stairs
And staring at the windows
Breeze blowing through the years

But if I don't get out of this town
Then something is gonna break
'Cause I gotta find my own way now
Through this thick malaise

Well I don't know where else I can turn now
Makes me often wonder when are we gonna learn

You're wearing too much make-up
Going to the dance
And you're looking over my way now
But some people out there take a chance
But your glow in this light is so becoming now

If I don't get out of this town
Something's gonna break
I'm waiting to find my high/house soon
And rummage through the age

Sometimes it feels like we don't stand a chance
And we go, we go with something pure in our hearts
I'm living out in the old house
And fighting on the stairs
And staring at the windows
Breeze blowing through the years

But if I don't get out of this town
Then something is gonna break
'Cause I gotta find my own way now
Through this thick malaise

Well I don't know where else I can turn now
Makes me often wonder when are we gonna learn

You're wearing too much make-up
Going to the dance
And you're looking over my way now
But some people out there take a chance
But your glow in this light is so becoming now

If I don't get out of this town
Something's gonna break
I'm waiting to find my high/house soon
And rummage through the age

Sometimes it feels like we don't stand a chance
And we go, we go with something pure in our hearts