Coeur D'alene

Wind blown whispers

Wind naked down the corridor

The thoughts leaving my head

They twist through yours

What will become of these gestures that we made

I've given up my bible

You moved out of state



Wearily waiting on the wasting of his days

A sad, sodden, smoldering soul

Give you three bucks for your sympathy

And another for a cigarette

The interaction feels so cold



Oh, the songs

People will sing for hope

And for the ones that have been gone for too long

But oh, the things

People will do for the ones that they love



We're only here to find the love that lingers after, the moment

So kiss me in the back room where the music plays

I know that it's not over, no



But oh, the songs

People will sing for hope

And for the ones that have been gone for too long

Oh, the things

People will do for the ones that they love



Break down the corridors (la da da, da da da)

Break down the corridors (la da da, da da da)



Messes that I haven't tried to clean up in a while



You're in my soul now

You've got to waste away with me

My mind's made up I'm staying here with you

There's no use knowing which way the wind is blowing

My mind's made up, I'm doing this, I'm doing this with you



There's no use knowing which way the wind is blowing

My mind's made up, I'm doing this, I'm doing this

You're in my soul now

You've got to waste away with me