I had to leave you in Galway but i think about you every day in the morning and in the afternoon I wish that i could see you soon and when i heard you
Amongst the goods and high explosives men women and children make their way accross the woods where the troll lives who never sees the light of day
On the bus back from Bristol, we talked about death And we talked about a friend that I'd spent some time with Once or twice a year We got to your house
do, do, do do do, do do, do, do do do, do do, do do do do do Oh, when you call me weird names and make all kinds of weird faces when you drive me
And so the girl's goes Hey what's going one what don't you sing a song And I'm like,ohh here's a song i wrote from a new album i wrote it when i miss
Now that I have everything all I have to do is bring it all to you maybe you will understand maybe you will take my hand and fall, fall for it too This
I think I'd rather wait for the winter to come I never make a move when I'm out in the sun I'll be ready to forgive your foolish mistake When the water
I left the flat cause it felt like home ordered wine and sat down to write you a poem the words came easy, the words came strong the poem would be good
This summer's riding for a fall recess is over, I heard the call I still want to write it on the wall This summer's riding for a fall others will come
He switched to bavarian when he spoke to her a good sign that they really knew each other but the weather and the music were bad so we sticked to the
(Instrumental)
I stood so proud on top of the cliff my knees were hard, my legs were stiff the sun wept me but I didn't feel it an ant was climbing up my heel, it tackled
Well I got pure hearts to get to you all they shine brighter than the stars above I hope you know what you do when you're turning your back on my love
1e couplet: I feel a little strange Feels like i'll never get my shit Together 27 and I'm fucked Well it's ten years from teenage And that's a freaking
(w/ laura hoch) I know i have a lot of friends but the one hand that could hold mine is just gone man i could sit here in the sofa staring at the television
I'd shave my face into clark gable's but i wouldn't be at my best i do my talking at coffee tables i like a setting sun in the west don't you hate it
(w/ the flower choir ensemble) show me where i have to go 'cause i'm not sure right now like climbing up bedford was such a piece of cake todayand this
(w/ spencer chakedis) you were talking to me and looking at a monkey feeding a monkey fruit and bread you know what: everybody dies in august, when
