Gather at the church Say a quiet prayer Hold each other's hands Praying that you might be there In honesty and peace With the whispers of your god
you bought a gun cause you thought I wouldn't listen to your mouthful of nails shining lke the afternoon with a face that will topple tidal waves and
No muscle man, no candy cane No pack of sexy starving wolves No money talking, moonlight walking Lady shocking, big crow cocking Those ladybugs can go
Goodbye to radio, goodbye to the things that we know. And calculate passages, and bloom like a tiger lily in july. And lovers will die, and lovers will
if god takes you he leaves a huge footprint of love and kindness behind which is where you once stood and i know you're afraid to get on the plane after
Rain, rain Falling is the only thing you ever do You're getting pretty good You're getting pretty good at it now Down, down Down to where the trouble
Well We kiss alone In a parked car At least I think so There's a flashlight waving Out somewhere You can see it down the road And the saddest part Is
Smoke Baby By Hawksley Workman In your underclothes You went out for a smoke I call you in Just before the storm begins Your last breath of smoke You
You slept through the last small town I'll wake you up when the next one comes around You're eyes are closed, like you truly believe You're safe and sound
I walked through the airport alone I looked at my phone 'cause it keeps me company I called you as I hired the car to ask you "how far is it there from
You me, you me and the weather You me, you me and the storm You me, you me here together You me, you me safe and warm You me, we got things together You
look at those buggers who are looting the crash site taking the ring off your sweet little finger that i gave to you, when we got married you're under
fuck you You're drunk and acting tough I know you're sad You're not the only one who feels like that now. And maybe anger is your only choice But maybe
what could i tell you that wouldn't just scare you what could i tell you that wouldn't send you packing 'cause nothing would be good enough for me nothing
I wish the telephone had not been invented Because I keep picking it up to say Stupid things to you The rain has stopped for now But I know it's not
the happiest day i know is a Tokyo bicycle and it was in Paris just passed the Place De Vosges i went into Muji ? i was ticked off to the place by
(you are every bit a soldier i won't forget you too soon) you've got pies in the oven all across the sea i'm just here fighting for our liberty that and
claire fontaine who are you i like the paper you make we were introduced by a lover of mine and now she's gone and i still have you claire fontaine claire
