Elliott BROOD - Lindsay lyrics

Can I sleep for a while 18-wheelers shake the walls And the mortar's coming out City says they'll tear down We grew up right here Door frames marked with eighteen years Our lives in crooked frames And kitchen table coffee stains Go to sleep with a smile Curled up winter's fireside Flashlights on frozen pipes And winter nights still frozen tight And this old house Packed up now and emptied out Keep the things we spoke about And let that pistol sort the rest of it out Let it sort the rest of it out Ooh...