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You're a porcelain doll that sits in a window
You hold your breath when people walk by
Safely kept behind rose-colored glass
Neatly tucked beneath the spotlight
Waiting for someone to love...
You're a Cheshire cat
You think a smile hides the rest
Ambiguity will always cover the facts
Where do you come from, where do you go
Must be lonely to be all alone
Waiting for someone to love...
And when they come, they'll accept you just the way you are
You'll swear under a moonlit sky about rocks in the sky
trees backed up by the sea
thin wild mercury
Until then, you're waiting for someone to love...
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Red-eyes fly away from here every night
My intentions aren't unfair or unkind
How else could I purge my heart of this pillowed dream?
Arctic wind will be washed from my hair
Trading the forest for the city
Things will be different for you
Things will be different for you
When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand
Why I left
All I talk about is you since that day
Remember when I cry into my soup
And you would say that it's okay
So many things used to break my heart
I'd fall so easily
But you're younger and smarter and harder than me
Things will be different for you
Things will be different for you
When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand
Why I left
I'm not comfortable in my own skin
Haven't found my finest hour
I can't dance, let alone sing
Before a crowd
Or write effortlessly what I can't come out and say
When I do, I'll be just like you
Trading the forest for the city
Finding my way down the mountain
Finding my way to the sea
When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand
You'll understand
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Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads
Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over
Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank in his pajamas
I only got ten dollars
I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It's been a long road and I feel awful
I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that's all, that's all, that's all
She has company and I've walked into the wrong room
So I go to the bathroom and I wash my hands in sulfur water
A twitterpated buzz is coming off of her
My admiration forces me to leave her
She asks me to stay but I've outgrown her, so I'm
Back in my car and I get pulled over
I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It's been a long road and I feel awful
I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that's all, that's all, that's all
With a warning I check my wipers and defog
I notice my mind is on the floor
But I must move onward
So I pick a song and I sing along
While lofty dreams dance on and on
Over a place I'll live forever
I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It's been a long road and I feel awful
I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that's all, that's all
I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It's been a long road and everything's awkward
I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that's all, that's all, that's all
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I know it's there
-- burnin' to shine out
I know it's there
Itchin', scratchin'
Just a shout
Buried treasure safe
Waiting for perfect reason
Perfect ways,
When were you there to wipe that furrow from your brow
Can't get no where half way
So I'll be here till you -----
Till you say that you love me
That you love me
Cause' I left -- before everything i gained
You've shown too many other ways for me to call in vain
This is just a stupid secret shared too many times
It's kinda like this thing that I would let go if I'm wise
Sorda like a warfield that sometimes makes me cry
You look just like someone i know but can not tell a lie
Can not say
Can not say
That you love me
That you love
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I'm better off --
Silence
Silence
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My baby, he says he loves me
My baby, he says he needs me so
Covers me with sunshine, tucks me in with songs
Every now and then, troubles come my way
Asks me what to do and to him, I simply say
I gotta cry sometimes but it's all right
I gotta cry sometimes but it's all right
I gotta cry sometimes but it's all right
My baby brings me flowers
Takes me out to see the shows
He don't need complainin', I couldn't ask for more
Every now and then, troubles come my way
Asks me what to do and to him, I simply say
I gotta cry sometimes but it's all right
I gotta cry sometimes but it's all right
I gotta cry sometimes but it's all right
Now I'd like to thank you for everything you do
Whenever I'm around you, you turn my gray skies blue
And if the world should crumble, it's all right
I gotta cry sometimes but it's all right
I gotta cry sometimes, it's all right
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What is meant to be will be
You can't escape your destiny
So kiss the girl and let her see
That you would do anything
You would do
Anything
Anything
What is meant to be will be
It happens over time, you'll see
So kiss the boy and set him free
Cause he would do anything
He would do
Anything
Anything
When you never take that chance
Then there's nothing worth dying
Or even living for
But everybody knows
The saying that goes:
"All you need is love,
All you need is love"
But you've got to be willing
To give anything
Anything
All of this suddenly happened
It was nothing before you go
From being alone and empty
To belonging and being with you
I possess the honest pleasure
Knowing what it means to be loved
I would do anything
I would do anything
Anything
Anything
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Fall back into the snow.
Sink deep.
Bury all the troubles that you keep.
Follow close to the places your heart needs.
Just for a little while, just for a little while
You'll be free.
You'll be free.
Child i can tell by the look on your face,
you dont think you belong,
you dont think you belong in this place.
Promise to come back.
Promise to come back...where it's safe.
Just for a little while, just for a little while
You'll be free.
You'll be free.
Just for a little while
Just for a little while
Just for a little while
You'll be free
You'll be free
You'll be free
oh ohhoohh
You'll be free yeaheaheaheah
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This pale mucha postcard brings back orange carpet
We called roaches butterflies and ate our pies at Birchwood Saloon
Off the only road that leaves the state, I would sing and pass the plate
They all knew me by my face and my father's name
Heavy letter underneath my door, stark reminder when I had before
It's hard to believe I've come this far
Heavy letter in the dresser drawer tore it open like a candy bar
It's hard to believe I've come this far
Bright red hot rod hardtop off to town for Moose's Tooth
You comin' with? To the parkin' lot?
If not, you know my window's never locked
Drew leaned in and said it but his heart wouldn't let it
That's all right, I'll be my husband's wife
Heavy letter makes a perfect mark on the page and in the heart
It's hard to believe I've come this far
Heavy letter in the dresser drawer tore it open like a candy bar
It's hard to believe I've come this far
Nervous tearing through the sky, grieving every inch I gain
Counting pools and freeways, I will sing and pass the plate
They will know me by my face and my father's name
Heavy letter in the dresser drawer tore it open like a candy bar
It's hard to believe I've come this far
Heavy letter headed for your shore, a premonition of what's in store
It's hard to believe we've come this far
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Your hands, they remind me of the days that can't be taken back
Sweet sixteen, sweet sixteen
Cool river waters dancing beneath our feet off to sea
Meet me at midnight down by the tree
Sweet sixteen, sweet sixteen
Love me forever, but if you have to go say you'll write
Don't send me pictures, I've got you memorized
Sweet sixteen, sweet sixteen...
Sweet sixteen, sweet sixteen
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Alicia stands behind me
Ties black ribbon in my hair
The sound of heavy boots
Slowly pounding up the stairs
The organ pours out slow and soothing
Old and rugged hymns
I long to find some comfort
But my sorrow won't give in
This is the coldest winter
In a thousand freezing years
And if I started crying
I could never stop the tears
You don't know what you've done
Not here to see the repercussions of your love
You don't know what you've done
You're not my hero anymore
Time is slowing down
Like a river clogged with mud
People gather round me
Some friends and others blood
The trumpeter starts playing taps
The soldiers fire their guns
The folding of the flag
Makes the tears come in a flood
You don't know what you've done
Not here to see the repercussions of your love
You don't know what you've done
You're not my hero anymore
No one would say you were an easy man
No, you are hard and stubborn and vain
And I'm tired of being held back at arms length
Tired, tired
And something's gotta change
You don't know what you've done
I didn't break, no, I've grown strong
You don't know what you've done
You're not my hero
You're not my hero anymore
Anymore
Anymore
You're not my hero anymore
Not here to face the consequences of your love
You're not my hero anymore
Anymore
Anymore
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