Paroles de The Old Chair

The old chair, the old chair It gets that they don't want it anymore The split seams and bad dreams I'm fluttering like a dollar to the floor, oh You get to wonder what you do it for, oh And if you're not there to meet me That shadow gonna greet me Moment I go stepping through the door My heart pounds, I hear sounds Like laughter coming softly through the walls The high times, turn sidelines This game, it makes a fool out of us all, oh You're off but you ain't hardly touched the ball, oh And if you're not there to meet me Only absence gonna greet me The moment I go stepping through the door If you're not there to meet me Just who is gonna greet me The moment I go stepping through the door