3-4 Tango

Arthur climbs the stairs in the back
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
Holding what could let you go
A winter walk to clear your mind
To twenty seconds of twenty-nine
Holding what can 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 make sure,
Thinking you're the next Millow or Shakespeare
Cause who knows what you'd do?"

A silhouette of innocence
Holding what can let you go
A winter walk to clear your mind
To your twenty seconds of twenty-nine
Holding what can 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
Holding what can let you go
A winter walk to clear your mind
To twenty seconds of twenty-nine
Holding what can let you go
Dance your heart out to the 3-4 tango

A silhouette of innocence (the story shows, the story show!)
Holding what can let you go
A winner walk to clear your mind (the stories show, the stories shows!)
To twenty seconds of twenty-nine
Holding what can let you go
Dance your heart out to the 3-4 tango