The Ostracism Of Vinny Lalor Letra

In a town that's built on the whispers of tattlers

But yet to inspire a single a single dot in the Commonwealth atlas



God only knows how these things ever start

An empty plate in the place of a heart

That finds it's way on a trail of crumbs

And stains windowpanes on the prints of thumbs



So go take rest

Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest

A far off sound

But to such delicate ears it must seem like there's a zoo burning down



A nagging ache there must be some place better

Searched through every library book down to the last letter

Even Thornfield Manor sounds enticing

With echoes down the hall and on the walls the heads of bison



So go take rest

Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest

A schoolyard song

And no one can blame you for getting it so horribly wrong



The old saddlers breath that always smells of leather

The café sign letters been faded forever

Irrelevant facts from the history tester

Snowed under the chalk dust of last semester



Can't you see

What it's done to your mother, what it's done to me?

All their words

Will shatter into pieces when I lock you in my arms again