Jackson Square Lyrics - Boneclouds - Mason Jennings

dustcloud comin' off an old dirt road 

it leads up here, to this little graveyard 

seven mats in a perfect row 

under each slab is a police car 

just because you say it doesn't make it true 

you can say that i'm guilty man i just don't care 

you can burn my body black 

just don't make me go back to jackson square 

i met you on decatur street 

with your little bare feet and your violin 

i was walkin' by with my guitar in my hand 

you smiled at me and i jumped right in 

before i knew it you were all i knew 

every moment together was an answered prayer 

after awhile we had some money saved up 

and we rented a room over jackson square 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

5 Totally Underrated Christmas Songs 

and one day everything changed 

your eyes got strange you didn't seem yourself 

you go to tell a story and you'd start out fine 

halfway through it you'd be somewhere else 

and i started having the strangest dream 

i held a string and looked up in the air 

and you were glowing with the strangest light 

drifting out of sight over jackson square 

life is something that you can't control 

when you try to hold onto it it makes you let go 

things are live like they were before 

i can hear her crying through the bathroom door 

she says she hears spirits all around the room 

and they're telling her things that make her feel scared 

i have no idea what to do 

were both in over heads on jackson square 

Photos 

i woke up with the weight on my chest 

people were screaming on the street below 

i reached for you i was alone in the bed 

wind was blowing through an open window 

and suddenly i was very old in a little boat absolutely nowhere 

staring at the sight of the universe 

and your tiny body down on jackson square 

and don't tell me that there ain't no end 

there damn well is and it waits in the wings 

i see ya kneeling that center stage 

in your tiny cage made of angel wings 

but i'm here every night 

loading my gun and trying not to go there 

anyone who says that life is clear 

has never seen a mirror or been to jackson square 

yeah 

yeah 

yeah