3-4 Tango

Arthur climbs the stairs in the back
 Wipes his feet on the welcome mat
 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
 A shaving cut of common sense
 Holding what can't let you go
 Laughing hardest to the comic's intro
 A winter walk to clear your mind
 Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine?
 Holding what can't 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 nature
 Thinking you're the next Miller or Shakespeare
 Will the glass, ever come to you?
 Cause who knows what you'd do?"
 A silhouette of innocence
 A shaving cut of common sense
 Holding what can't let you go
 Laughing hardest to the comic's intro
 A winter walk to clear your mind
 Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine?
 Holding what can't 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
 A shaving cut of common sense
 Holding what can't let you go
 Laughing hardest to the comic's intro
 A winter walk to clear your mind
 Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine?
 Holding what can't let you go
 Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango
 A silhouette of innocence (the story shows, the story show!)
 A shaving cut of common sense
 Holding what can't let you go
 Laughing hardest to the comic's intro
 A winter walk to clear your mind (the stories show, the stories shows!)
 Do your twenty suck until twenty-nine?
 Holding what can't let you go
 Dance your heart out to the 3-4 tango