Hunters And Collectors - Hayley's Doorstep (5 37) Lyrics

Here is change's basement house Here is adventure for seven years But I never could swallow a sinner's pride And it filled her face with tears And every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the table She spreads a mess of living at my feet But I never could swallow a sinner's pride And the food she makes me eat Waiting on Hayley's doorstep Behind two bloodshot eyes The stale taste of wasted gunshot Slap back across the sky Waiting on Hayley's doorstep I heard she's coming home She'll get that pain inside again And it's me who'll point the bone And every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the table She spreads a mess of living at my feet But I never could swallow a sinner's pride And the food she makes me eat Waiting on Hayley's doorstep Behind two bloodshot eyes The stale taste, the stale taste of wasted gunshot Slap back across the sky Waiting on Hayley's doorstep I heard she's coming home She'll get, she'll get that pain inside again And it's me who'll point the bone Hunters And Collectors Lyrics Hayley's Doorstep (5 37) Lyrics