Moors & McCumber - Chenille (Live)

I never thought I'd see the likes of you again
Your checkered past was better left for dead
You're picking fights that you could never win
Or lose you choose
The clouds look like chenille from here
Thirty-nine thousand feet above the ground
Sitting in a tin can waiting
For the sun to go down
Feeling soft, too soft to touch the ground
How will you ever make your stand
It's not the crime, it's the cover up
That brings down a fallen man
The clouds look like chenille from here
Thirty-nine thousand feet above the ground
Sitting in a tin can waiting
For the sun to go down
For the sun to go down
We lay our cards down on the table, cry or laugh
We share our stories over faded photographs
We lay our cards down on the table, cry or laugh
We share our stories over faded photographs
We lay our cards down on the table, cry or laugh
We share our stories over faded photographs
Photographs
Ohhh
Ohhh
Mmmmmmm

Written by:
James Moors, Kort McCumber

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