Piano Bench

by The Mighty Northumberland

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released June 12, 2012

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Track Name: Why Do I Live Alone
Devil May Cry
Rope won't cry
No more lying
No more lies

That it can't feel good when you're next to me
If I'm really only high on ecstasy
Or maybe it can, but it doesn't mean anything

The rent is high
It's that way o-
nly because I
live alone

Why do I live alone
Why do I live alone

So softly and residently
So lowly and resolutely
So slowly and hesitantly
Change is gonna come

Change is gonna come to you
When you're standing at
The back of the room

The rent is high
It's that way o-
nly because I
Live alone

Why do I live alone
Why do I live alone

It's all right, It's OK
Track Name: The Teetotal Life
Joint uppers,
Calling my name
Calling my name
Calling my name

Now what I became
On the backs of my brothers
Was what I became
In this golden dawn
Was what I became
When I saw my mother's face
Crying for
The son gone wrong

Joint uppers, calling my name
Calling my name, calling my name

Now what I became
On the morning of contradiction
Was what I became
On the morning of contraband
Time the passing stranger, strangely
Moved stranger than

The cold cold of the grass grass ground
The grass is colder when the ice is thick
The ice sometimes buries it completely
And frozen feelings touches my little, little

I said my little sickness in my heart
I feel sometimes it's growing larger
Oooh yeah, but if it's growing larger
Must be my little heart that's growing too

I fumble for change, the passing cars come towards me
I don't let 'em pass me by
I jump in their way, just to make a statement
About the lover's lover's lover's life

And what do you think I'm searching for?
I'm searching for home, what do think I'm searching for?

For the life, the tee toe life
The tee toe life, the tito life,
The teatoh life, the teatoe life,

The teetotal life.

Joint uppers, calling my name
Calling my name, calling my name

And what do you think I'd stay the same
I'd stay forever on the back of the train
I put my hands on with a search in my gaze
And I write my songs and I throw them away

And I lift my head up with a search in my gaze
For the amethyst on the porcupine's wrist,
Not the porcupine's wrist-but for the amethyst on the porcupine's wrist

And what do you think I've had enough of?
I've had enough of whatever I've really had enough of
It's not about what I say or what you do
Or the things I do to get through to you

The life,
The tea toe life,
The tea toe life, the tea toe life,
The tea toe life, the tea toe life,
The teetotal life