From the album Open Mic Nights, Empty Bottle Mornings by Mike Maimone
Aiming the Guns at Fate
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
Her smile is painted on a teardrop canvas;
she don’t wanna be the reason we’re calling it a night.
But she’s a carnival packed up for the winter.
Yeah, and we can see the frost forming on brightly colored rides. Lyrics | Video | Instrumental | MP3