Songtext von Phantom Pains

We lived just two blocks from the beach In a dirt floor bungalow, With butterflies bolted outside The living room window. The dog will chew up any shoe Left lying on the front stoop. Let the screen door slam On your way out. Won't be too hard to find us. Follow the lights straight into town. Ask anyone at all, "Where's the Alexander hotel?" We grew up bookends either side Of the library parking lot. From throwing rocks, to throwing looks, To throwing the bouquet. My mother she's a character, All around her cards and gin But watch her close, she'll teach you about Anything to win. We'll be finishing each other's sentences And playing uke for pennies. Every friday night At the Alexander Hotel. Charlie's worked behind the bar, Ever since we were little kids. He lost two fingers and an eye In a childhood accident. He told me once he wakes some nights His missing fingers itching terribly. I read somewhere that phantom pains Never go away. Charlie's good for a case of beer Friday night after hours, If you let him come along. Stumble home in the dark.