Summer's slow
Get the songs to work their own
In the heart
I am stranded in the shore
Armor soon becomes sound
And then we're gonna feel better

There's nothing we can do
At night you're already there
Shimmering memories
You're not there, come here

Let's try life in the city
But we know this can't be numbered
Finally

These useless empty sacks
Are still in grey
Smoke stacks are coughing up the product
And the sky inhaled that
It is sick for these dreams
I am
But everyday that I woke up
Just another delay before you say goodbye again

But I
I am too tired to cry
But I, I am too tired to cry
I am too tired to cry
Crying, I am too tired to cry
Cry, cry, cry, I
Oh I'm too tired to cry
But I
I am too tired to cry, uh, oh, oh, oh

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Ryan Adams