Hayley's Doorstep (5 37) Lyrics - Hunters And Collectors

Here is change's basement house 

Here is adventure for seven years 

But I never could swallow a sinner's pride 

And it filled her face with tears 

And every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the table 

She spreads a mess of living at my feet 

But I never could swallow a sinner's pride 

And the food she makes me eat 

Waiting on Hayley's doorstep 

Behind two bloodshot eyes 

The stale taste of wasted gunshot 

Slap back across the sky 

Waiting on Hayley's doorstep 

I heard she's coming home 

She'll get that pain inside again 

And it's me who'll point the bone 

And every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the table 

She spreads a mess of living at my feet 

But I never could swallow a sinner's pride 

And the food she makes me eat 

Waiting on Hayley's doorstep 

Behind two bloodshot eyes 

The stale taste, the stale taste of wasted gunshot 

Slap back across the sky 

Waiting on Hayley's doorstep 

I heard she's coming home 

She'll get, she'll get that pain inside again 

And it's me who'll point the bone