Chris DeBoda - Money on the Counter

I've been up for days trying to break this gaze at the light from your smile
And your mind's a maze, looking out for ways so I can just stay a while

So let my lips dress you like your Sunday's best
(It's all that I can hope for)
Four years later and I'm still waiting around
And you're always up for taking me down
And I'm always down for picking myself up
Are we losing touch or am I losing out?

I'll give you something subtle enough to break your concentration
Cause what we've found's a battleground
And the bloodshed's something I can live without
(I can live without)

And all year long
We wait for the moments that keep us alive
And all year long
We knew something would come along and keep us younger

So just take a step back
A deep breath that
Won't leave your lungs
Struggling while you hold your breath

Just take a step back
A deep breath that
Won't leave your lungs
Struggling while you hold your breath

And all year long
We took the steps we knew were in front of us
And now all we've got
Are reminders of what we never accomplished

So let my lips dress you down with promises
It's all that I can hope for
Four years still, by now you'd think I'd come around
And you're always up for taking me down
And I'm always down for getting right back up
I can be exactly what you want

Written by:
Christopher DeBoda, Rolando Winborn

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