From the busy parks. To the icy tides. Some day we'll decide. Where we want to live out our lives. For now we're two sparks. Tumbling along. Keeping the heat on.
You're three sides of my eight-sided circle. Two lovers juxtaposed with doorways. Broken window frames color her eyes in with black lines. . Let it all run down.
Verse 1. Here in the stillness the quiet place. Where I'm lying with a downturn face. You come and distract me. From what's coming at me. Give me something to look forward to.
What you've given me is more than I can say. 'Cause I don't know the words to thank you properly. You pulled me from the grave and stood me on a hill.
It's not a solid, not a soft thing, to pull the wool up like a smoke screen. Nobody does it like a prophet, it's gone before you know you lost it. There are reasons you keep your hands tied, there's certain things you shouldn't have tried.
It's not a solid, not a soft thing, to pull the wool up like a smoke screen. Nobody does it like a prophet, it's gone before you know you lost it. There are reasons you keep your hands tied, there's certain things you shouldn't have tried.
I never meant to wither. I wanted to be tall. Like a fool left the river. And watched my branches fall. Old and thirsty, I longed for the flood. To come back around.
Oh, oh, oh. . Maybe I don't say all the right things. Maybe I stumble on the words. Maybe I laugh at all the wrong times. Maybe I mumble and I curse. .