It was back amongst the living
Your smile was giving me a thrill
Enough to come so close to closing the deal (the steal of a century)
A century stolen from our hearts to a house on the hill

But if that is what it takes
If that is what it takes
If that is what it takes
To be a stone, a stone's throw from your throne
No man has ever hung from the rafters of a second home
No man has ever hung from the rafters of a second home

It's true
I needed you more back when I was poor
The wealthy dowager (the patroness), she guessed it
The answer wasn't "yes"
But her maxims were fine, the ethos that flew about her mind
Like swallows in search of a
Burned-down bell tower church

But if that is what it takes
If that is what it takes
If that is what it takes
To be a stone, a stone's throw from your throne
No man has ever hung at the temporary age of 24, both feet on the floor
Listening to the Bonafide Stasis of Sound
The eaves dripping yesterday's
Ill-timed August rain

If there is such a thing as ill-timed August rain

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Daniel Bejar, Jason Zumpano, John Edward Collins, Scott Morgan, Stephen Michael Wood