Yes it's true. I've gotten very moody over you. Don't think I don't sense your caution way across the room. Or across the phone line. Big black ocean.
when you're down and troubled. and you need some love and care. and nothing, no nothing is going right. close your eyes and think of me. and soon i will be there.
Today my mind is drawing a blank. I canvas you to color this in. There's no gas left in the tank. You've always got your engines running. . You've got no whip but the beast lays down.
Thought I knew my mind. Like the back of my hand. The gold and the rainbow. But nothing panned out as I planned. And they say only milk and honey's. Gonna make your soul satisfied.
words and music by emily saliers. . I've seen the sun on a funeral, the full moon in a midday sky. Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why. I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion.
Dog at the window still. Looks all day never gets her fill. 'Cause a glance means a chance. To break the birds out congregating. . I have seen a look like that.
Now the parking lot is empty. Everyone's gone someplace. I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed. A cooler and a two day suitcase. 'Cause there's a place we like to drive.
Guess I wasn't the best one to ask. Me, myself, with my face pressed. Up against love's glass. To see the shiny toy I've been hoping for. The one I never can afford.
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I opened my hands up to see what I've got.. My days slip like coins into a slot.. They are gone, the shadows lie long.. . I've been banking on a broken machine..
I sit two stories above the street. It's awful quiet here since love fell asleep. There's life down below me though. Kids are walking home from school.
clearing webs from the hovel. a blistered hand on the handle of a shovel. i've been digging too deep. i always do. i see my face on the surface. i look a lot like narcissus.
There's a letter on the desktop. That I dug out of a drawer. The last truce we ever came to. From our adolescent war. And I start to feel the fever. From the warm air through the screen.
Galileo's head was on the block. The crime was looking up the truth. And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode. I try to trace them to my youth.
A hard knock. A cold clock. Ticking off my time. A long look. But no luck. Couldn't seem to find. Or unwind. Into peace of mind. While I was trying. .
Won't have you see me as your sad sack. Lost my something and I can't get it back. Or a kill on your trophy rack. I checked my schedule now my train is rolling down a track.
crazy game. i never should have started to play. but now you couldn't tear me away. love is sweet sweet baby. so good to you. and so bad. and i fear. the situations clear before my eyes.
Dark clouds are comin' in like an army. Soon the sky will open up and disarm me. You will go just like you've gone before. One sad soldier off to war, with enemies that only you can see..
Ooo. Ooo. Ooo. . Dust in our eyes our own boots kicked up. Heartsick we nursed along the way we picked up. You may not see it when it's sticking to your skin.