All Good Things Must Come to An End

it's two thirty in the morning

and i'm thinking too much again

we sung as we swayed

on that front porch swing all day

the log cabin made

with love and memories

why did it have to change?

let the flames take over things

the jukebox summer

and those harmonies

whoa

it's four fifteen

now i just can't fall asleep

still thinking of times

when life was so much easier

the yard we had

with all those evergreens

we both know you wouldn't trade it for anything

that log cabin made

of love and memories

why did it have to change?

let the flames take over things

the jukebox summer

all those harmonies

yeah

let the light fill up this boring sky

yeah, we were running

far from all those things

whoa

it's six in the morning now

i can see the sun straight through the clouds

i needed rain yesterday

so i could feel the sun that's in my veins

if you could see me smile

would you ask to stay a while?

now that everything is ash

don't you think that it'd be nice to ask

to stay

we could sit where that front porch swing, it used to sway

and we sung

let the flames take over things

the jukebox summer

all those harmonies

yeah

let the light fill up this boring sky

yeah we were running

far from all those things

yeah, we were running far from all those things

the problems carved on the edge of that swing