3-4 Tango

Arthur climbs the stairs in the back

Wipes his feet on the welcome mat

Puts his keys on the shelf that he built

Checks and plants on the windowsill

Catches a glimpse of himself in the glass

Laughs 'cause his hair's stickin' up in the back

He can't cope his kids or his wife

Cus he drank 'till he cried to his daughter's forgotten life

A silhouette of innocence

A shaving cut of common sense

Holding what can't let you go

Laughing hardest to the comic's intro

A winter walk to clear your mind

Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine?

Holding what can't let you go

Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango

Sarah disowned her whole family

And then her brother, the writer, penned the story

She said, "you just sit there and think that you

Know about people, when really

You wanna hold the mirror to nature

Thinking you're the next Miller or Shakespeare

Will the glass, ever come to you?

Cause who knows what you'd do?"

A silhouette of innocence

A shaving cut of common sense

Holding what can't let you go

Laughing hardest to the comic's intro

A winter walk to clear your mind

Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine?

Holding what can't let you go

Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango

It's that haunting thought and familiar ghost

That holds you hard and can't let you go,

Let you go!

(Hey!)

Some use crowds of strangers

Like a shield

From love and being loved,

Being loved

A silhouette of innocence

A shaving cut of common sense

Holding what can't let you go

Laughing hardest to the comic's intro

A winter walk to clear your mind

Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine?

Holding what can't let you go

Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango

A silhouette of innocence (the story shows, the story show!)

A shaving cut of common sense

Holding what can't let you go

Laughing hardest to the comic's intro

A winter walk to clear your mind (the stories show, the stories shows!)

Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine?

Holding what can't let you go

Dance your heart out to the 3-4 tango