The stills - She's walking out

Dead of winter, desolate grey
White and silver home
Climb the staircase, spiderwalk
Into my bed and bones

Can I stand the pain of all the things I've left behind
Caught with butterflies we'll be regretting til we die

She's walking out on me
She's walking out on me


Darker early, 4 o'clock
We'll leave in a balloon
13 crows are dragging
You and me up to the roof

Blow out all the candles
Let the wine flow to your brain
No one ages, no one changes
No one's trying to...

She's walking out on me
She's walking out on me
She's walking out

Writers: OLIVIER CORBEIL , TIMOTHY DAVID FLETCHER , LIAM ONEIL , DAVID ALEXANDRE HAMELIN

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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