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Phone calls from Ashley put me right back on track to where I need to be.
People like her are priceless to me.
She knows why I live where I live, do what I do, and she is so supportive of my decisions and choices.
No matter what they may be as long as they're fair.
She helps me put it all into perspective.
Makes me listen to Kevin Devine all day.
The bricks get laid,
and they get torn up,
and laid again,
but the bricks always get torn up again.
Your friends won't wait,
so don't believe that shit,
when they say they'll wait.
Trust me; your friends will not wait for you.
Then you'll be stoned in some park,
just nodding your head and pinching your arms,
when a girl walks along.
She's humming your song,
with your t-shirt on.
That's when you're done,
Oh, that's when you're done...
There's a cotton crush
down in the southern states.
But back up here, man, we've got
so much thread and space
to waste, waste, waste.
There's a microphone
picking every word up
and it shuts itself off
when it's sure that's its heard enough.....
The quiet can scrape
all the calm from your bones,
but maybe it should.
Maybe we need to be hollowed
to get up and grow,
and stop fucking around,
to kick off our braces and start straightening out.
Let's sift through the static
to find a simpler sound
Let's sift through the static
to find a simpler sound...
simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now.
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It's going straight to my head:
I think I'm falling in love again.
Such simple miracles have happened
since your steady hands have come and
stopped my unraveling.
Your fingers, built for the piano,
work out the knots that line my back.
The stress I've stored since last December;
But now, it doesn't matter.
I've learned to leave it in my past.
And I feel good about the future,
this clarity I've never had.
You are the bounce in my step,
the burst of blood in my chest,
the prayer I've kept in my head.
You are the knock of my knees,
the swollen sound of each song
I scribble down and tear up,
because they never match up.
You are the words I fumble for.
In the morning,
you are the daybreak,
and I am glad.
And at night,
you are the dream
I fall asleep to have.
People like her are priceless to me.
She knows why I live where I live, do what I do, and she is so supportive of my decisions and choices.
No matter what they may be as long as they're fair.
She helps me put it all into perspective.
Makes me listen to Kevin Devine all day.
The bricks get laid,
and they get torn up,
and laid again,
but the bricks always get torn up again.
Your friends won't wait,
so don't believe that shit,
when they say they'll wait.
Trust me; your friends will not wait for you.
Then you'll be stoned in some park,
just nodding your head and pinching your arms,
when a girl walks along.
She's humming your song,
with your t-shirt on.
That's when you're done,
Oh, that's when you're done...
There's a cotton crush
down in the southern states.
But back up here, man, we've got
so much thread and space
to waste, waste, waste.
There's a microphone
picking every word up
and it shuts itself off
when it's sure that's its heard enough.....
The quiet can scrape
all the calm from your bones,
but maybe it should.
Maybe we need to be hollowed
to get up and grow,
and stop fucking around,
to kick off our braces and start straightening out.
Let's sift through the static
to find a simpler sound
Let's sift through the static
to find a simpler sound...
simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It's going straight to my head:
I think I'm falling in love again.
Such simple miracles have happened
since your steady hands have come and
stopped my unraveling.
Your fingers, built for the piano,
work out the knots that line my back.
The stress I've stored since last December;
But now, it doesn't matter.
I've learned to leave it in my past.
And I feel good about the future,
this clarity I've never had.
You are the bounce in my step,
the burst of blood in my chest,
the prayer I've kept in my head.
You are the knock of my knees,
the swollen sound of each song
I scribble down and tear up,
because they never match up.
You are the words I fumble for.
In the morning,
you are the daybreak,
and I am glad.
And at night,
you are the dream
I fall asleep to have.