disobeying bianca
bright eyes - bowl of oranges
The rain had started tapping on the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreaming so I got out of it
And to my surprise, my eyes were wide and already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different, completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered I couldn't wait to meet
And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health
I said, "There's nothing I can do for you you can't do for yourself"
He said, "Oh, yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help."
So I sat with him a while and I asked him how he felt
He said, "I think I'm cured, no, in fact, I'm sure of it.
Thank you, stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow
When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem,
An honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope
That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry, because now I've got your back
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
And I will keep you company through those days so long and black
We'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve,
Of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
The rain had started tapping on the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreaming so I got out of it
And to my surprise, my eyes were wide and already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different, completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered I couldn't wait to meet
And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health
I said, "There's nothing I can do for you you can't do for yourself"
He said, "Oh, yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help."
So I sat with him a while and I asked him how he felt
He said, "I think I'm cured, no, in fact, I'm sure of it.
Thank you, stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow
When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem,
An honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope
That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry, because now I've got your back
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
And I will keep you company through those days so long and black
We'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve,
Of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.