Crown me king
I wonder how it’d be to have the things I want just for one day
Look away
I’m not the man that you recognize to be so full of hope
Just keep calm
So what if I don’t have a job that makes me sad but yet secure?
I’m so sure
Her smile through the picture frame is all I need
It’s too true to joke
It’s too real to just relax
We’re all shot down
It’s gotten cold and the sense of isolation pervades our souls
The cigarettes in our eyes are bringing it to light
It took me by surprise
The journey in your eyes
Since I’ve been gone
Your hair grew out, found a new job
And you learned how to breathe again
Now your plants grow tall
Put off your missed calls
I’ve waited so long to reconcile
Keepin’ starry-eyed with old dreams I’ve held on to
Ba ba ba da da da….
Ba ba ba da da da…
The lonesome front porch stairs
Have you just been sitting there?
Since I’ve been gone
My wishful thinking
We’ll chalk it up to a lack of warmth in younger days
Twelve o’clock on a busy street
A flood of memories
The moon was climbing up so high
On this October night (That night)
Flesh and bone
I found myself alone
With a heart of stone
Shadowed trees were reaching up
When all the stars had had enough
Passing cars were droning too
Their fatalistic Tune (Ooooh)
Ringing bells
You promised not to tell
Wherever you did dwell
I whispered “The border of your favorite dress,
It’s been torn and stained with sand and broken glass”
(Sand and broken glass)
What now, after all the things you said
Did we leave it in the past instead?
Gave you the necklace as the evening slipped away
Too late to mention what our bodies had on display
I held you tight
My head made sick inside
In the pale blue light
I whispered “The border of your favorite dress
It’s been torn and stained with sand and broken glass”
(Sand and broken glass)
The doorstep, you found another note that read
“Can we leave it in the past instead?”
Sweetness, would you tell me one more time about your love for me?
I swept you off your feet
In dreams you filled my heart with song
And in daylight hours,
I’m humming with the flowers when I can't see you
The wind, patient as it stirs
There’s no need for answers
I’ll fall down next to her
Honey, you say you’ll be home soon
On so little sleep
In a town where the hills are steep
I’ll find you in my dreams
And so for now,
I lounge around
But time won’t rest so I leave the minutehand behind
Sweetness, the summer’s growing near
The leaves our decorations
For all the roads we drive
I long for lazy afternoons on the silver beach
The ocean’s gentle hands
We’ll draw our names in sand
And so for now,
I lounge around
But time won’t rest so I leave the minutehand behind
Blue mountain skies
They live in her eyes
And time won’t rest so I leave the minutehand
Time won’t rest so I leave the minutehand
Time won’t rest so I leave the minutehand behind
Searching for what’s already within
It gets under my skin
The healing’s taken place and now you’re there
Returning my blank stare
Throwing all your empty words away
I don’t want to hear the play by play
There’s a weary voice inside of you
Seeking consolation in the life you knew
Sutures torn from all your open wounds
During certain moons
I have grown accustomed to the dark
It’s gotten me this far
Throwing all your empty words away
I don’t want to hear the play by play
There’s a weary voice inside of you
Seeking consolation in the life you knew
Sawyer’s waiting by the car outside
Thinking “man, this place is such a dive”
Knowing this may be his only chance
From the corner Violet sneaks a glance
At him
Trying hard to grow a thicker skin
Knuckles pressing up against his chin
Violet says, “Can you just spit it out?”
Drinks arrive, his eyes still full of doubt
Among the candlelight, between some talk of him and her,
He puts on quite a show to seem more self-assured
He overhears she’s moving far away
Tired of the laid-back southern place
Bottles cradled, laughter everywhere
Wondering why he should even care to know
Would it be so bad to own up to the feeling?
Among the bitter crowd, no comfort left in sight
His chest entangled as he’s reaching for a light
The weeks pass, he still haunts the same old cabaret
A hand in Violet’s hand, she looks the other way
If its a coffee shop you want, I know a few
If its a story that you need, I’ve got one or two
Caught in this feeling of wanting to be someone with you
If its a record that you want, I know the one
And there’s a song that stole your heart every time it spun
Caught in this feeling of wanting to be someone with you
Every time I pass by your old street
And the memories all come rushing back to me
All the things we did
Your silhouette against the wall
As you were dancing through the living room
Hung up on this feeling of wanting to be someone for you
Don’t you worry, don’t you cry
I’ll be who you want for a while
So don’t you worry, don’t you cry
It’s alright
Face of winter, eyes of sundown
Ready to leave the ground
Distant buildings through the mist,
One last kiss, one more kiss
She said ‘Won’t you make it up to me?
When we fly into the city’
I’ve been saving up for weeks
The color filling up her cheeks
Call a taxi from the edge of town
The heavy rain coming down
Tonight seems forever young
She bites her tongue
Leather booths, woozy heads
Smell of French cigarettes
She says we’ve jumped into things
And the fool inside my heart sings
Can’t I make it up to you?
From head down to my shoe
I miss waking up to you
God knows that my love is true
Came all this way and now I’m all alone in the smoke from all the passers by
Vacant window, bottle left half full but I’m fine
Can’t I make it up to you?
From head down to my shoe
I miss waking up to you
You’re strolling down the avenue
God knows that my love is true
God knows that my love is true
God knows that my love is true
God knows that my love is true
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