Film Song (Go Down There on Your Own)

You keep it secret in a shoebox topped with frilly lace
It isn't yours, you stole from someone else
I let you have it, let you save it for your rainy days
And we go driving down the parkway, left on Isabelle

I'm going to bite my tongue again
And slip the hooks off of your dress
As the cars pass down below
I'm going to dry your sorry eyes again
'Till they shiver and they close
Wake up beside you again, open up the curtains
And let the dark out the window
But one day you'll be waking up alone

You keep broken on the nightstand, it's November now
It never worked, you know it never will
I lied, I told you I was fine and that I'd come around
And we head up north on the metro, off at Cross' Hill

I'm going to nod my head again
And I will laugh at all your jokes
As the leaves stick to the road
I'm gonna be there one more time again
As your eyes swell up with hope
With the flashlight again, look down in the basement
Let the dark go where it goes
But one day you'll go down there on your own

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