Furlough lyrics

Songs should be sung in romantic language But I, I can’t You deserve the love of a man that is patient But I, I’m not Yes I, baby I’m not I am a few on furlough on life Grasping at straws only to lose grasp at night You are the songbird who sings through her flight On the winds of your heart through a grey barren sky You are the not the cause of my melancholy But I am Took me some time to get where I am And now she’s calling me back She’s calling me back I am a few on furlough on life Grasping at straws only to lose grasp at night You are the songbird who sings through her flight On the winds of your heart through a grey barren sky Time may slip away I may become just another face But I’ll still remember that beautiful day When you said hello And everything, everything changed Things change Day to day But she remains the same When she’s lost from my mind She calls my name She’s satan in a Sunday dress And she knows I can’t resist Those lips don’t align With those treacherous eyes She’s satan in a Sunday dress And she knows I can’t resist She’s satan in a Sunday dress And she knows I can’t resist