Dave Matthews Band and Dave Matthews - Warehouse Lyrics
So, I'm leaving...
This Warehouse frightens me.
Has me tied up in knots...
Can't rest for a Moment.
Soon, I'm going...
I'm slippin' slow away
Hoping to find something better...
Than I've got inside of here,
And the Warehouse slips away.
Hey reckless mind
Don't throw away your playful beginnings
You and I
Will fumble around in the touches and be sure to...
Leave all the lights on
So we can see the black cat changing colors
And who can walk under ladders
And swim as the tide
Turns you around and around
Hey we have found
Becoming one in a million
Slip into the crowd
This question I found in the gap in the sidewalk
Keep all your sights on
Hey, the black cat changing colors
And who can walk under ladders
And swim as the tide choose to turn you
And here I sit
Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set
Spot in the middle
Static fade, statistical bit
And soon I'll fade away, I'll fade away
But this I admit taste so good
Hard to believe an end to it
Smell touch feel
How could this rhythm ever quit
Bags packed on a plane
Hopefully to heaven, yeah
Shut up, I'm thinking
I had a clue now it's gone forever
Sitting over these bones
You can read in whatever you're needing to
Keep all your sights on
Yeah, man, the black cat changing colors
It's not the colors that matter
But that they'll all fade away
Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set
Spot in the middle
Static fade, statistical bit
And soon I'll fade away, I'll fade away
This I admit
Seems so good
Hard to believe an end to it
Warehouse is bare
Nothing at all inside of it
The walls and halls have disappeared
They've disappeared, yeah...
My love I love to stay here
My love I love to stay here
My love I love to stay here
My love I love to stay here
In a corner was wondering
If a change could be better than this
And then I worry...
Maybe things won't be better than they have been
Here in the warehouse
At the Warehouse
At the Warehouse
How I love to stay here
At the Warehouse
Every man and woman get alive
That's our blood down there
Seems poured from the hands of angels
But trickle into the ground
Leaves the Warehouse bare and empty
And my heart's numbered beat
Still echo in this empty room
And the fear wells in me
But nothing seems enough to defend