i keep recalling us at the airport. saying good night for the last time me. i managed a smile as you made nervous. . say hey, hey never mind. every song sounds like a love song.
You're just a joke 'till somebody loves you. You're just a joke 'till somebody cares. You're an activism line, you're a clock run out of time. You're a story that ain't going nowhere.
Everybody loves, messages from above, they said. Until the verdicts old everybody holds on to it. . All the ways I thought I'd say I'm coming home. And here I am, here you are, we're all alone.
Here there be tigers, tigers be here. That was the only thing between us. That was the only thing we never hear. . Somewhere up the coast, far from ancient states.
most of it was written by the time the van stopped. on the land by the ocean where the plane had dropped. and I try to talk about it now because I couldn't say it then.
I remember high school. I remember lighting cigarette off of cigarette. I remember you. . That was so long ago. Way back in the days of dinosaur bones.
grandma says to the boy everything has its time. everyone's time must end. i thanked her for the checker games all the coffee talk. and said i'm glad to have you as a friend.
VERSE 1. I'm thinking about What you said. As you walked out the door. Your words stuck in my head. And they're circling like birds and stars. . CHORUS.
All the things we lost in the fire. All the things we lost in the flood. Broke, Down, Old, Exposed. Those things only took, they never gave any love. .
swallowed whole and spat you out. before you'd had a chance to blink. just when you'd built a song. to change the way people think. . i said, hey why now such a sudden surprise.
They made you wait, so lonely. You felt like the waiting wore you out. And the wearing down. You felt like you were playing the whole part again. . They made arrangements for flowers and candles.
Oh were you named for the patron saint judes. Patron saint of lost causes. In a car wreck or a fist fight. almost always coming through. Is it you. all the broken things fall into?.
what's the deal between emm.... what's the deal between emm and may?. . photos on the wall off centre taken. i've got this headful of ideas. there's people drinking in the kitchen.
of all of the dumb things that i've done this must be the dumbest. calling you up this drunk to say. this will be the last time the very very last time i call to say.
why don't we hold still until the cops drive by. they don't care about us they couldn't care less about you or I. all the way home the quietness and the radio played on.
Dirty old town, dirty old town. They've got all your little problems clearly written down. But you don't even know and you can't even see. And oh the butterfly that you're going to be.
dearest when you called my what a relief. the photo from the phone and the counting of the teeth. the most terrible part was how calm inside everyone was.
dear, all of us held hopes that. maybe this won't be any better or worse than before. you lying there wondering what about left to care. don't tell me what to feel, don't you dare.
talking and talking in circles again. we've talked about this before. and in the way that your mouth shapes the words. i could hear them a hundred times more.
this indian girl walks out into traffic. the traffic stops then she's causing havoc and. then roll up the windows dial the cellphone. get the cops to get out here i just want to get home.