this ain't no good for me
but i'm not good at seeing
anything before it all goes down in a blaze
we've talked about this
i've tried everything
drinking and reasoning
i'll soon be lost in another pair of eyes
and the longing for a kiss
'til i get pulled, like a thread
through a tiny little button hole of hope
where i'm fastened and fearless
waiting for the fall
this will be like everything
i have ever done
i'll do it blindly, i'll do it with a vengence
that always leaves me cold
'til i get pulled, like a thread
through a tiny little button hole of hope
where i'm fastened and fearless
waiting for the fall
I will still walk away
with a smile on my face.
Mother Mary, can you help me?
Can you help me through the night?
Mother Mary, can you help me?
Can you help me see the light?
there are reasons she don't call you
anymore at all
every day, it's harder
just to get up and move down the hall
and every day she's sorry
she doesn't write, she doesn't talk,
she doesn't cry
about the way things were back then
and every day she knows she's gonna fall
but the fear is she won't get up again
it doesn't mean she doesn't love you
she's just concentrating on tomorrow
and every day she's sorry
she doesn't write, she doesn't talk,
she doesn't cry
about the way things were back then
and every day she knows she's gonna fall
but the fear is she won't get up again
i guess it's true
that no one changes
except everyone
and everything
rearranges
under the sun
and if that's true
then, you must be
just like me
lost in the spin
again and again
but you know something:
i believe in miracles
foolish, i know
and i'll believe in miracles
long after you go
and if that's true
then, you must be
just like me
lost in the spin
again and again
but you know something:
i believe in miracles
foolish, i know
and i'll believe in miracles
long after you go
everyone knows my secrets
they've known them from day one
but having secrets that nobody knows
never seemed like that much fun
i'll push your buttons like a pinball machine
and you've got nothing sweet to say to me
but that's alright, honey, when i dream
i've got rock star groupies and beauty queens
and that's what's funny
about this funny world
you could wake up and realize
that i'm your girl
and it might be too late
or you could be right on time
that's the chance that you take
dealing with a heart like mine
you forget how to dream
when you always win
so i don't put too much stock in anyone
who hasn't taken it on the chin
i've got little,
little to give
but i've got dreams of broken things
that, baby, i'm gonna mend
and that's what's funny
about this funny world
you could wake up and realize
that i'm your girl
and it might be too late
or you could be right on time
that's the chance that you take
dealing with a heart like mine
she lights it up
and when she goes
you feel lonlier
when she walks
you know that it was only her
and when she runs
you love the way her feet
pitter pat, pitter pat, pat, pat down
when she's turning around
credits
released November 5, 2007
all songs written by e.c.ernst
mixing, editing, what-have-you: ece with j.hathaway
vox, bass, guitars, organ, synth, noise: ece.
drums: j.hathaway
elec guitars: j. farr
vox, piano: gretagoo
Anna Arobas makes intricate, otherworldly folk-pop with delicate, glacial arrangements but a howl of heartbreak at the center. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2022