The Teller
The Teller
I looked in your eyes, but I just couldn’t see
A glimmer of hope reflect back to me
The hours we spent the laughs we cashed in
But the bank closed at 5 and it’s a quarter till 10
I walked for miles but the sign says we’re closed
The sun goes down and the darkness soon grows
I wait for the earth to finish its spin
Till the doors are unlocked and they’re open again
Teller can you get me a loan
I’ll sign on the line give you all that I own
And when you take me down, I’ll take you home
Don’t turn me down my credit is good
Sure I’ve made some mistakes, but you knew that I would
Take my past as my payment and hold it till when
Our future is written by the ink in your pen
Teller can you get me a loan
I’ll sign on the line give you all that I own
And when you take me down, I’ll take you home
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