Denying it. I'm trying it. But things happened too fast. I'm taking it. And breaking it. 'Cause good things don't last. . I'm hoping for. I'm groping for.
A soft breeze with slippery concrete black. And full of muddy slush. Contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung. On a tunnel of silent shivering trees.
I count to three and grin. You smile and let me in. We sit and watch the wall. You paint it purple. . Speech will spill on space. Our little cups of grace.
It had something to do with the rain. Leaching, loamy dirt. And the way the back lane came alive. Half moon whispered, "Go". For a while I heard you missing steps in the street.
It had something to do with the rain. Leeching loamy dirt. And the way the back lane came alive. Half moon whispered, go. . For a while, I heard you. Missing steps in the street.
Got this feeling that today doesn't like me. Or the air tastes like flowers and paint. There's a sink full of bottles and cutlery. And the car has got a list of complaints.
Woah yea! Wooooaaahh!. . I've got you, come back to me. I want you like you would not believe. I see you and it's amazing me, Oh. . I've got you, come back to me.
The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods.. Dial tones and license plates.. The words you didn't choose.. Everything the day's too small to hold spills on to the dusk,.
All this work means nothing without you. It's elementary at best. When your voice is the one thing that wakes up the morning. Just lay my heart to rest.
Now the lounge is full of farmers. For the 7:30 draw. Teammates all left. Before they had to buy a round. . When they pull the 50/50. And I've lost again, I'll go.
It's never been this cold before,. Now it's getting to me. Writing my thoughts home to you. Not knowing if i'll ever see your face again, again. . So wake the regiment.
And I'll see you in the morning at the break of daylight. But if you wake up and I'm gone, I'll see you on the other side. . Late nights talking, we stood by the window by ourselves.
So you watch the sunrise sinking and she's talking in her sleep. A dream of how alone she was tomorrow. When you keep all those promises to someone. In a mirror you will find at your parents' house in 1989.
You've got so much life to live. And so much hurt to give. Just don't grow up so fast. Yea, don't grow up so fast. . Try bein' young when you're young.
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room.. Half illuminate a face before they disappear.. You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling..
How I don't know how to sing. I can barely play this thing. But you never seem to mind. And you tell me to fuck off. . When I need somebody to. How you make me laugh so hard.
CHORUS. Don't give up on the hope. That keeps you breathing. Cause after all is said and done. It's all your lonely heart has. . So look forward to your day of liberation.
Look at you now just standing there. Like you think you're something. The lights are up. And the crowd is looking your way. Swaying through what you live to say.
The sirens woke me up again. I know they're coming for me someday just a matter of when. Count to 25 and yawn. Touch the clock and turn my back against the dawn.