Charcoal Days and Sterling Nights Songtext
von The Ike Reilly Assassination

One, two...

Well, it's a good night to find a bed friend
I saw you leaning on the weekend
And you were telling anybody that would listen
That you would never dream of going missing
You try to make me believe
With all your slick flattery
There's something decent laying deep down inside of me
And though you love your man
You said you never really been
In such an unspeakable position like the one you got in

Well, it's those lies you tell
That make me wanna be your lover


Well, the lowdown
Was that there was a knock-down drag-out fight
Over by your house on Sunday night
The neighbors said that someone called the police
And that you were outside in your panties and your bare feet
And that your husband was out of town on business in Iowa
"Officer, I wished that I went with him"
He's at a seminar on real estate in K-Town
Gonna learn to buy a house for no money down"

Well, it's those lies you tell
That make me wanna be your lover
The crown in your eyes
Makes me wanna run for cover
The storm in your thighs
Makes it all feel right
Oh, those charcoal days
And those sterling nights

It doesn't even matter now, whoa
It's not even up to you, whoa
It doesn't even matter now
Anyhow

Well, it's a fine line to make a big mess
Out of every little thing that ever mattered to us
The last man standing
First man glad-handed
Gets to handle all the baggage you got on your train
Make me feel like steel, steal like a thief
You see it, there's something in my eyes that's so believable


Well, it's those lies you tell
That make me wanna be your lover
The crown in your eyes
Makes me wanna run for cover
The storm in your thighs
Makes it all feel right
Oh, those charcoal days
And those sterling nights

It doesn't even matter now, whoa
It's not even up to you, whoa
It doesn't even matter now, whoa
It's not even up to you, whoa
It doesn't even matter now, whoa
It's not even up to you, whoa
It doesn't even matter now, whoa
It's not up to you, whoa