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The Format - "If Work Permits" [Live at the Mayan Theatre]

Live at the Mayan Theatre features Dog Problems performed in its entirety as well as favorites from Interventions & Lullabies & Swans. On February 4th, the entire film is available at Amazon Prime and audio available at all digital outlets. For tour dates, visit: https://theformat.com Order Live At The Mayan on limited edition colored vinyl here: https://theformatmerch.com Follow The Format: Facebook:   / theformat   Instagram:   / theformat   Twitter:   / theformat   YouTube:    / theformatlivingroom   Web: https://theformat.com CREDITS Directed by Sam Erickson Produced by Ciara Lacy Additional editing and trailer by Mike Gill LYRICS So the wind that blows across your room Carried cheap perfume onto your dresser It rained for jewelry and for credit cards Two tickets to a film I don’t remember Oh one day you’ll kiss your rabbit’s nose, Pick up the phone to find I’ve been turned over And you’ll grab that piece of gold Only to find that the smell has taken over Now all things you have They aren’t the same As what you hold I’m now standing in a room It’s filled with older folks Pleading "baby listen" And I scream as loud as anyone But when asked to make a point I tend to whisper Now highways turn to tidal waves They’re asking me to export all of your insecurities But that wind that blows across your room It’s gonna set the sails And send me back to you Sometimes when sailors are sailing They think twice about where they’re anchoring And I think I could make better use of my time on land I’ll drink less ‘cause lord knows I could use a warm kiss instead of a cold goodbye I’m writing the folks back home to tell them: Hey I Hey I’m doing alright It’s a shame what your father did to your brother’s head When he smashed it with a telephone and your mother got scared and locked the door You were only four but Lord you remember it So now you’re scared of love I’m here to tell you love just ain’t some blood on the receiver Love is speaking in code It's an inside joke Love is coming home Sometimes when sailors are sailing They think twice about where they’re anchoring and I think I could make better use of my time on land I’ll drink less ‘cause Lord knows I could use a warm kiss instead of a cold goodbye I’m writing the folks back home to tell them: Hey I Hey I’m doing alright Yeah I’m doing just fine And if she seems as lonely as me Let her sink