Your Favorite Enemies

This is the first day of my life I swear I was born right in the doorway I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed They're spreading blankets on the beach Yours is the first face that I saw I think I was blind before I met you I don't know w

You see the Sunday bird swinging low The fever in your brain only grows And The Murder Boys are running down the street You can see 'em through the window from your seat Hear the sound of the mightiest of guns And the shadows go like ghosts across yo