Cold Days From The Birdhouse Another hotel With ruined plans Romantic gesture With ruined plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go you make it your own Another phone call With ruined plans Romantic gesture With ruined plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own But this is where your arm can't go And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now. I'm going where you should I'll -unplug- your mind I see it when you lie We all look so surprised And, well, you come back You come back And breath and then -spoke sighs- Like a puppet told to drive Well, you come back And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now. And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now. And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now. And your red sky at night won't follow me You won't follow me now. Where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners?