The Things I Say Lyrics - Divers - Joanna Newsom

If I have the space of half a day 

I'm ashamed of half the things I say 

I'm ashamed to have turned out this way 

And I desire to make amends 

But it don't make no difference, now 

And no one's listening, anyhow 

And lists of sins and solemn vows 

Don't make you any friends 

There's an old trick played 

When the light and the wine conspire 

To make me think I'm fine 

I'm not, but I have got half a mind 

To maybe get there, yet 

When the sky goes pink in Paris, France 

Do you think of the girl who used to dance 

When you'd frame her moving within your hands 

Saying this I won't forget? 

What happened to the man you were 

When you loved somebody before her? 

Did he die? 

Or does that man endure, somewhere far away? 

Our lived come easy and our lives come hard 

We carry them like a pack of cards 

Some we don't use, but we don't discard 

But keep for a rainy day