The Waiter

The Waiter - Bleachers

Lyrics by：Jack antonoff

Composed by：Jack antonoff

Wake up tonight and write down what you saw

Who bent the trees and who called the cops

What was that field where your whole life swirled

Like a rodeo flyin' colors through the heart

You got this notion that time's gonna stop

That the winds are gonna change

And tell you what you're not

But oh everybody's only told you what you're not

And you heard too much

So you charter the city and the fallin' of snow

You think you're alive but you know how it goes

A moment of beauty 'til the darkness shows

'Til black mountains grow on these sidewalks you know

And oh there's that notion that time outta stop

That the winds are gonna come

And tell you what you're not

But oh everybody's always tellin' you

What you're not

And you heard too much

Ooh

All of these dreams yeah you wrote them up

All of these dreams you wrote them up

So when you cry like you do you still know

What you ignored

You can cry what you want

But that floor's still the floor

And hey there's that notion

That time's on a slip

That the wind's in your hands

And the world sees your ship

But oh when has the world ever

When has the world ever seen you

For what you give you've seen too much