quiet before the storm
i’m pressing my faith
to the roof of my mouth
never thought i was meant for the south
i’m glad that i came
look what gold i have found
but limited cities can drown
what if i let this all fall apart?
what if i let this all fall apart?
what if i let this all fall apart?
lattice manhattan,
i’m dreaming of you.
pushing my vines through.
what about paris?
the lure of the louvre?
my fingers in one pie would do.
what if i let this all fall apart?
maybe i’ll just go be no one.
quit trying to get so much work done.
sometimes i’ve just had enough,
had enough,
had enough,
and i fall apart,
i fall apart,
i fall apart.
in the end, its not the moments of sadness and horror
that complicate life.
its the moments of joy and pleasure and layers of love
that make things more complicated than
the human heart can measure.
~caroline
to the roof of my mouth
never thought i was meant for the south
i’m glad that i came
look what gold i have found
but limited cities can drown
what if i let this all fall apart?
what if i let this all fall apart?
what if i let this all fall apart?
lattice manhattan,
i’m dreaming of you.
pushing my vines through.
what about paris?
the lure of the louvre?
my fingers in one pie would do.
what if i let this all fall apart?
maybe i’ll just go be no one.
quit trying to get so much work done.
sometimes i’ve just had enough,
had enough,
had enough,
and i fall apart,
i fall apart,
i fall apart.
in the end, its not the moments of sadness and horror
that complicate life.
its the moments of joy and pleasure and layers of love
that make things more complicated than
the human heart can measure.
~caroline