Paper Kites, The - Between The Houses Lyrics






There's gotta be a better place than bourbon street on a Friday
She don't want hand grenades or hurricanes
Got had by a shoe shiner just to hear his speech
Now every time they ask her where she got those shoes
She says "I got them right here on my feet"

In a dive bar off the boulevard down an alleyway
She smiles and I can tell this is what she's talking about
And the brothers gathered round the jukebox she said "I'm just passing through"
Put a quarter in and played her song
The whole damn room approved
They like her style and I do too

You don't want fake rain while you're sleeping
You don't want the praise when you lose
Beneath the streets, between the houses
All you want is a little truth

East side of the village up in New York City
Late nights running round trying to find the underground
Hidden bars and speakeasies - convinced there's another world
Of things we're missing out on
And all you want is to unfurl to the wind
Blow the roof off this whole town

You don't want fake rain while you're sleeping
You don't want the praise when you lose
Beneath the streets, between the houses
All you want is a little truth

And I want to say I admire how you go
Seeing all the best in everyone
Between the houses and the billboard signs
All we want is a little truth





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  1. S.... C....

    The Paper kites ♥️

  2. J.... K....

    Very nice... like all your other songs... can't get enough... you deserve many more likes...I like the harmonica...

  3. S.... S....

    Another jem, very chilling...

  4. J.... ....

    Too perfect of a song for a montage of of special moments in a car ride out on the countryside. <3

  5. M.... M....

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    There's gotta be a better place than bourbon street on a Friday
    She don't want hand grenades or hurricanes
    Got had by a shoe shiner just to hear his speech
    Now every time they ask her where she got those shoes
    She says "I got them right here on my feet"

    In a dive bar off the boulevard down an alleyway
    She smiles and I can tell this is what she's talking about
    And the brothers gathered round the jukebox she said "I'm just passing through"
    Put a quarter in and played her song
    The whole damn room approved
    They like her style and I do too

    You don't want fake rain while you're sleeping
    You don't want the praise when you lose
    Beneath the streets, between the houses
    All you want is a little truth

    East side of the village up in New York City
    Late nights running round trying to find the underground
    Hidden bars and speakeasies - convinced there's another world
    Of things we're missing out on
    And all you want is to unfurl to the wind
    Blow the roof off this whole town

    And I want to say I admire how you go
    Seeing all the best in everyone
    Between the houses and the billboard signs
    All we want is a little truth

    M.... M....

    Mammal Man that's cool
    Btw, as always good work ❤😇

    M.... M....

    thank youuuu, but always remember its the artists who do the real work, i just do the tiniest bit of it ;)

    M.... M....

    Mammal Man ya that's true :)
    But ur work makes them more lovable ✌

    M.... M....

    you are very kind to say that :')

    M.... M....

    Mammal Man keep going man 💪
    All the best ❤😇