I don't know if this is about Sam and Amelia as they appear, or if it's about Sam with a girl that just isn't real, one way or another. I guess we don't know either.
Each step will find the next one recklessly We'll find ourselves on the safest ledge. Well pardon me, I couldn't help myself But fall into your life here If only for a while I’m here. Could you be happy to fall like a stone If you’d land right here safe in my arms? It’s fine Lock all your doors to the night Keep it all right here safe in my arms It’s fine
You felt alone before you ever really knew
How alone you were An empty house, a lonely room The TV talks the fear right out of you But you feel like someone’s standing by But you’ll never know
Could you be happy to fall like a stone If you’d land right here safe in my arms? It’s fine Lock all your doors to the night Keep it all right here safe in my arms It’s fine
The sun burns a hole straight through your hopeful eyes If you look toward the sky even on your greyest night Could you be happy now with the wind in your hair And your eyes open wide, and your feet going nowhere?
Could you be happy to fall like a stone If you’d land right here safe in my arms? It’s fine Lock all your doors to the night Keep it all right here safe in my arms It’s fine
By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin The time when we counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill and up until Someone caught us in the kitchen With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank A vision too removed to mention
But please remember me fondly I heard from someone you're still pretty And then they went on to say that the pearly gates Had some eloquent graffiti
Like 'We'll meet again' and 'Fuck the man' And 'Tell my mother not to worry' And angels with their gray handshakes Were always done in such a hurry
And please remember me at Halloween Making fools of all the neighbors Our faces painted white by midnight We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came, I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly That season left the world and then returned But now you're lit up by the city
So please remember me mistakenly In the window of the tallest tower call Then pass us by but much too high To see the empty road at happy hour
Gleam and resonate just like the gates Around the holy kingdom With words like 'Lost and Found' and 'Don't Look Down' And 'Someone Save Temptation'
And please remember me as in the dream We had as rug-burned babies Among the fallen trees and fast asleep Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like and even might Give a gift for your behavior A fleeting chance to see a trapeze Swinger high as any savior
But please remember me, my misery And how it lost me all I wanted Those dogs that love the rain and chasing trains The colored birds above their running
In circles 'round the well and where it spells On the wall behind St. Peter's So bright on cinder gray and spray paint 'Who the hell can see forever?'
And please remember me seldomly In the car behind the carnival My hand between your knees, you turn from me And said the trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last, the clowns that passed Saw me just come up with anger When it filled with circus dogs, the parking lot Had an element of danger
So please remember me, finally And all my uphill clawing, my dear But if I make the pearly gates Do my best to make a drawing
Of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl An angel kissing on a sinner A monkey and a man, a marching band
Well, cover up, girl, we'll finally leave again. And you breathe me in so well, in your room under the cover of this night.
We are safe, we are, as long as you whisper. But my eye was caught by your picture. That's hanging from your mirror, like something you forgot. I'll say we couldn't sleep, just staring at the clock, But when numbers seem to blur and the reflection is lost, Anything is love As you stare into your box.
So now we're used to the rain. We can swim and I'll say we were never worried, Because the floods will only bring the coast and Atlantic closer. I thought I told you, girl. I thought that I showed you the reason; All I truly want is to get in your head
And steal your imagery. So we can both go to your second story house. You would never believe this snow. It gets so heavy on our lungs. But it's been creeping up your walls and closing down the roads. But I swear I'm loving while I swear I still will hide away from the cold.
"I think that for me, every day would be the last day of summer. Or I'd be left out in the cold, with no place to go. Because, there are very few people that I can relate to to every day of my life, forever, that will understand me, Because I've gone places where very few people ever go. I mean, I played the ultimate gamble of all; I gambled my life."
"You're fine, go back to work and we'll let you know when she comes.".
I swear we're almost there and we'll be safe inside Down those stairs to your room where I could stay for days Substance is over us, please don't do this 'Cause this may never change, oh, but I'm still here, here
As we roll down this unfamiliar road. And although this wave is stringing us along Just know you’re not alone 'Cause I’m going to make this place your home.
Settle down, it'll all be clear. Don't pay no mind to the demons, they fill you with fear The trouble it might drag you down If you get lost, you can always be found.
Just know you’re not alone 'Cause I’m going to make this place your home.
Settle down, it'll all be clear Don't pay no mind to the demons, they fill you with fear The trouble it might drag you down If you get lost, you can always be found.
Sits down at the table Eats a small lump of sugar And smiles at the moon like he knows her
And begins his quiet ascension Without anyone's steady instruction To a place that no religion Has found a path to or a likeness
His words are quiet like stains are On a tablecloth washed in a river Stains that are trying to cover For each other Or at least blend in with the pattern
Good is better than perfect
Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
And I'm crying for things that I tell others to do without Crying
He used to go to his favorite bookstores And rip out his favorite pages And stuff 'em into his breast pockets The moon, to him, was a stranger
And now he sits down at a table right next to the window And begins his quiet ascension Without anyone's steady instruction To a place of no religion
He's found a path to her likeness He eats a small lump of sugar