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lirik lagu flashes of orange – ryan davis & the roadhouse band

i get guilty babe
when the shades are drawn

and all my past mistakes
they shatter on
my forehead
the whole night long

but it’s getting longer babe
the list of things i’d do for a buck
if i only had a pepsi now
for all the coke spilled in this truck

but my wishes they always seemed to go inactive on me
right when i needed a friend
so i’m filling my well back in
with a bag of concrete
i’m gonna fire my genie again

sapsuckers and screech owls
make uk jungle for me at dawns door
(honey at dawn’s door)
the wars you wage
with yourself at dawn’s door
are the most hard*won
i’ve been color*coding my medals
in a p*ss*stop town
no one’s ever sent a postcard from

but i’ve seen the sunset babe
through each and every shade of beer
and i can tell you each and every kind of hanging tree
that’s native here

there’s a blackened sp*ce
between the back of my head and the back of my face
i lie in bed with a book of answers
but i doze off and i lose track of my place

a steady drip falls from the ceiling to my forehead
the pitter*patter of my past mistakes
yea, i have these dreams where i’m hittin’ the road again
but the engine roars
and i’m right back awake

distant cargo trains are the divas of these hills
the flashes grow with what the passion army k!lls
and leaves at dawn’s door
(can we leave it at dawn’s door)

| get nervous babe
when i roll over and there’s no one there
i feel i have atoned for my past mistakes
that’s what makes this so unfair
and if there is the h*ll i’ve heard described to me
well, i kind of doubt it compares
so i lie awake and i wait quietly
for a tax return
to come howling down from the side of a mountain somewhere

i get so scared sometimes babe
i get flashes of orange

i start thinking these things
i pace backwards and forward
i have dreams of hittin’ the road again
with the medals of my passions adorned
but i always wake when i hear my name being called
i think it’s coming from the bathroom drawer

flashes of orange and knocks of red
honey, at dawn’s door
flashes of orange and knocks of red

i get these dizzying visions
of a woman
with dairy skin and a coxcomb head

i get these flashes of orange
(flashes of orange)
flashes of orange and knocks of red
(knocks of red at dawn’s door…)
when school’s out for the summer
dead bullies mop the halls
the passion army’s got my number
the phone is ringin’ off the walls

there’s no wisdom in a cradle babe
there’s no common sense in a tomb
when they finally find me l’ll be out behind the barnyard
making promises to a broom

and a disco ball floats untethered
toward the nights we spent indoors
it spins inside a tide sun*checkered
making blind the eye of those we were ashore

| swear, i swear when i get better babe
we’re gonna go somewhere we’ve never been before
for i have these dreams where we’re hittin’ the road again
but i always wake when the engine roars
flashes of crimson
(flashes of crimson)
flashes of crimson
flashes of orange
(flashes of orange)
flashes of orange
(flashes of orange)
flash
(flashes of orange)
(flashes of orange)

- ryan davis the roadhouse band

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