Presidents of The United States of America, The - Back Porch lyrics

Lean on me devil, I'm a soul within your fist

And I never feel alone when I'm wrapped around your wrist

Three years of solitude still knocking at my door

How I used to feel the pain, I won't feel it anymore

'Cause I witnessed the waking of the dead

Three years of solitude with you inside my head

Let's start a fire, feed our love to the abyss

And I'd never thought a friend would give a heart attack like this

Stay right behind me like a shadow on the floor

I've tasted evil, girl, I won't feel it anymore

Three years of solitude, three years of solitude

Three years of solitude with you

A feeling that stretched across the red, white and blue

You've got big plans to find the perfect god

To see a religion that's more than meets the eye

This is the final moment with you

This is the last I swore it, it's true

The is the waking of the dead