"Beautiful Place" lyrics
What a beautiful place to have a fight
Cresting over the hill and out of sight
Traffic glitters in threads of red and white
Through our dusty window on a weeknight
Light the stove with a match
Feed the neighborhood cat
At the end of the day
We have nothing to say
In our fairytale house
With the splintering walls
Where the wood rats chatter
And the spider crawls
I sink to my knees
I tug at my hair
I've been wanting to scream
But the words don't come
Every night I have dreams
It comes crumbling down
Now I'm letting you in
But the damage is done
Light the stove with a match
Feed the neighborhood cat
At the end of the day
We have nothing to say
In our fairytale house
With the splintering walls
Where the wood rats chatter
And the spider crawls
I sink to my knees
I tug at my hair
I've been wanting to scream
But the words don't come
Every night I have dreams
It comes crumbling down
Now I'm letting you in
But the damage is done
What a beautiful place to pack my things
I fold my clothes and load my car
You look at the floor
I pick up the pace
Will I ever come back
To this beautiful place
Cresting over the hill and out of sight
Traffic glitters in threads of red and white
Through our dusty window on a weeknight
Light the stove with a match
Feed the neighborhood cat
At the end of the day
We have nothing to say
In our fairytale house
With the splintering walls
Where the wood rats chatter
And the spider crawls
I sink to my knees
I tug at my hair
I've been wanting to scream
But the words don't come
Every night I have dreams
It comes crumbling down
Now I'm letting you in
But the damage is done
Light the stove with a match
Feed the neighborhood cat
At the end of the day
We have nothing to say
In our fairytale house
With the splintering walls
Where the wood rats chatter
And the spider crawls
I sink to my knees
I tug at my hair
I've been wanting to scream
But the words don't come
Every night I have dreams
It comes crumbling down
Now I'm letting you in
But the damage is done
What a beautiful place to pack my things
I fold my clothes and load my car
You look at the floor
I pick up the pace
Will I ever come back
To this beautiful place
