False Calls

V1: Maybe by sundown

I’ll have words to come around

Because limousines and cavities

Are worth as much as cafe seats

But your eyes probably have advanced

And my attack is quicksand

I fall back to obscurity

Just a thought you caught a glimpse of me

 

C:  Maybe that’s not you at all

And I’m just making false calls

Oh maybe that’s not you at all

And I’m just making false calls

 

V2: Well she’s got them tennis courts

Leave me here to settle scores

I’ll see you at a crowded house

And we’ll probably end up making out

Skin so smooth she seems to swim

And those waves of light are flashing in

Back and forth it won’t be long

 

PC: Till she waits, till she waits, and she’s gone

Oh till she waits, till she waits, and she’s gone.

 

C: Maybe that’s not you at all

And I’m just making false calls

Oh maybe that’s not you at all

And I’m just making false calls

 

B: She pulls me under

She pulls me under

Underwater

Well she pulls me under

Pulls me under

Underwater



C: Maybe that’s not you at all

And I’m just making false calls

Oh maybe that’s not you at all

And I’m just making false calls