and they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine.
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't
If it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing, it's best to join the side that's gonna win.
And now my fears, they come to me in threes
So I, sometimes
They fade my friend, you say the strangest things
I find, sometimes
And for a moment both you believe, you can hear the city breathing,
you are both tired, you want to be done. -Catherine Hunter
Somewhere there is someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life
is worth while, so when you're lonely remember this; somebody, somewhere is thinking of you.
When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers and how you built a tower tumbling thru the trees in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet and your mom would stick a fork right into daddys shoulder and your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor as we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for and this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you and from above you how I sank into your soul into that secret place where noone dares to go and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking and dad would dream about the different ways to die each one a little more than he could dare to try.
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't
If it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing, it's best to join the side that's gonna win.
And now my fears, they come to me in threes
So I, sometimes
They fade my friend, you say the strangest things
I find, sometimes
And for a moment both you believe, you can hear the city breathing,
you are both tired, you want to be done. -Catherine Hunter
Somewhere there is someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life
is worth while, so when you're lonely remember this; somebody, somewhere is thinking of you.
When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers and how you built a tower tumbling thru the trees in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet and your mom would stick a fork right into daddys shoulder and your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor as we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for and this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you and from above you how I sank into your soul into that secret place where noone dares to go and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking and dad would dream about the different ways to die each one a little more than he could dare to try.