Lyrics:
Griffin House Upland

I've been a figurine In a demon's evil plan I've looked in the mirror For as long as I can But I made a deal And I'll follow it down And I'll swallow

I remember the day I was outside my mind You know if I could I would bottle up time I would go back to the place Where I last saw your face Where I

There's a holy cloud Rolling through the city Yeah, threatenin' to rain. Said I've come to rest the iron Of your locamotive train. The rails you're

the hands of marmalade I've got legends in my blood; I've got Indians in my veins And in the year of '44 Grandpaw went away to war He went to Hitler's house

Dressing my voice up on the phone Underneath the envy rotting my bones I'd do anything to get you alone, if just for awhile Blame it on the way that