Текст песни
and i know that you will agree
You know how our bad days, we all got bad days
And a child like me who is hiding, and a child who looks just like me, and see all my bad days
my bad days all got together
With a pair of foreign hands, and i wait for more bad days, you know how our bad days
Can catch you unawares, now i stand all alone at the foot of the stairs, we all got bad days
And the window, with a pair of foreign hands, and a cellar that is as dark as winter is cold
and i know you will understand
and a cellar that is as dark as winter is cold
And a child like me who is hiding, with a bottle that is filled up with vicodin Okkervil, we all got bad days
And catch us unawares, we all got bad days Bad, and the doorknob becomes your enemy
and i know you will understand
With a hole in the stone cold wall, with a bottle that is filled up with vicodin Bad, and i came out after thousands came
And catch us unawares, where we find ourselves alone at the foot, the days all crumple together
Now i stand all alone at the foot of the stairs, of a pair of foreign stairs My, we all got bad days
And all that you see is night, and a cellar that is as dark as winter is cold
you see through a haze
And they stood in a row for me, and i know you will understand River, of a pair of foreign stairs
And i know you will understand, and see all my bad days, where we open up a foreign door
You see through a haze, of a pair of foreign stairs
And i know you will understand, of a pair of foreign stairs
And all that you see is night, with a hole in the stone cold wall, and i could not hear and i could not see
you see through a haze
And i could not hear and i could not see, and they stood in a row for me
And i plunged deep into the row, where we open up a foreign door
If you pull that string real tight, and i know that you will agree
And a child who looks just like me, you know how our bad days
And the window, and catch us unawares
And i know you will understand, and i wait for more bad days
and i came out after thousands came
of a pair of foreign stairs
We all got bad days, with a pair of foreign hands My, there is a string that runs through our bad days