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you might as well have written it on a matchbook
but you were never one to mince words
you could have looked my name up in the phone book
i think that's the least that i deserve
you're request caught me a little off guard
as if i were as perfectly strong as i almost perfectly pretend to be
blink fast and swallow hard
now i am free
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you tell me you can’t sleep at night, anymore
but you can’t open up your eyes for fear of what’s in store
and there is nothing you can say
you’re scared you didn’t do enough today.
and she’s dying, you say
and all you can do is sit and watch
baby, she’s gotta find her own way
or else she’ll always be lost
and i see your heart is overflowing
i watch the spillage trickle to the ground
but baby, that just means that beat-up vessel’s goin';
take comfort in the sound
and just trust. trust.
oh, a little faith’ll do
hush. hush.
i’m here to comfort you
and in your room at night
when the quiet is deafening
know that with morning light
there comes endless possibility
so be still. be still.
give yourself a little rest
take the world down off your shoulder
and take a deep breath
because it is what it is, and it ain’t what it’s not
and you have proven you are tough
you gotta give the love you got
and hope it’s enough
and you just gotta trust. trust.
oh, a little faith’ll do.
hush. hush.
i’m here to comfort you.
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i can't feel my fingers
i can't feel my toes
i'm unpacking sweaters
and winter clothes
we'll get no snow this year
this year just like the last
but the ice on the road
man, it glitters like gold
of long winters passed
and i would walk
through fiery flame
drink an apothecary's potion
baby, i got no shame
just to see the sun
shining on your face
again
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hush, don't talk
you don't have to say a word
it's alright
you can just sit here and listen
just sit here and listen
we've separated the stuff
divided it all up
you're going your way
babe, i'm going mine
i bet you money
we're gonna be just fine, honey
just sit here and listen
just sit here and listen
there's nothing left to say
when the chains finally fall away
just a rattle and a clunk
like a ship already sunk
and the sound that it makes
is the sound of being alive
so, sit here and listen...
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guess you missed the part about forever
i guess i missed the part 'bout gloomy weather
i'm missing my umbrella in the dark
one more drink and i’ll come home, i swear
chills filled me as you hit the air
spinning body, spinning car
did you know it was a lie
when you said you’d come back
with all this pain i got inside
i think i might crack
do you know she won’t remember you now
i’ll have to explain where you are somehow
it seems you left it all up to me
did you know it was a lie
when you said you’d come back
with all this pain i got inside
i think i might crack
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so long, see ya, farewell, goodbye
adios, i'm running away
i've got shit to do and shit to talk
and miles to walk
i'm sorry i can't stay
you've seen my face
it's the one that's always blurry going by
and you've heard my voice
it's shrill and kinda high
oh, i'm sorry; didn't see you standing
overwhelmed and empty handed
is there something i can do for you
remember the days of conversation
instead of questions filling empty spaces
well baby, i do
i know this place
it's the one you get lost in;
never found
but i'll find my way
overhead or underground
and baby, you'll see
that someday we'll all be free
i am the frog, i am the king
and in the fog i am walking
i am the fairy tale...
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i try to write, but nothing comes
that’s just my luck, lately
walking ‘round pretending i’m not looking for love
just leads to a lot of headache
and a lot of faking it; i’m barely making it
and i’ve completely lost my touch
don’t even have the good sense to keep my mouth shut
and as i reach for the phone
god, i pray you are not home
‘cause i wanna hear your sweet, sweet voice
but i got nothing to say except i’m not okay
and if we die tomorrow
wouldn’t it be nice to have one more night
not filled with sorrow
put your hands on my hips
let me kiss your sweet lips
tell me i’m pretty - i’ll tell you your perfect
leave out the pity - i’ll make it worth it
let’s leave this city - join the circus
babe, i’m losing my mind
see, we’re just two of a kind
and i’m not stupid
i know how the world works
but i just set myself up to fall
‘cause i don’t feel normal
unless my heart hurts
maybe i’m not normal at all
at all
and if we die tomorrow
wouldn’t it be nice to have one more night
not filled with sorrow
put your hands on my hips
let me kiss your sweet lips
tell me i’m pretty - i’ll tell you your perfect
leave out the pity - i’ll make it worth it
let’s leave this city - go join the circus
babe, i’m losing my mind
see, we’re just two of a kind
yeah, i’m losing my mind - we’re just two of a kind
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something good is coming, i can hear it
baby, if we just keep running, we’re bound to get near it
wouldn’t you rather laugh than cry
rather jump than wonder why - i say why not
have a little fun, talk a little sass
do it all again, you bet your ass
without a second thought
something good is coming, i can feel it
if they ain’t givin’ it away for free, fuck it - will steal it
life’s too short to drag your feet
i’ll let you drive and take the window seat
and give myself a little gravity
will go until everything looks unfamiliar
and we can see it without the filter of reality
shut up - let’s go
shut up - let’s go
something good is coming, i can taste it
this might be our only chance, it be a shame if we waste it
and you know there’s no gurantee
but when has that ever stopped you and me
from doing what we wanted
and it’s your choice, babe, stay or go
the train is coming though, don’t you know
and baby, i’m on it
shut up - let’s go
shut up - let’s go
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it’s not what we wanted, no
it’s not what we thought it, no
it’s unlike anything that came before
we ain’t got no road map
but we got ourselves a lunch packed
come on baby - let’s hit the door
you think you’re so big and bad
i think you’re the best i’ve had
but that doesn’t give you the right to be cruel
i’ve got my own imperfections
matter of fact, i’ve got quite a collection
but i try not to flaunt ‘em as a general rule
and when we wake in the morning
we’ll have forgotten all bad things
and we wash our hands clean
we never know what’s around the corner
it’s almost always something out of order
so we bristle at every turn
we’re too impatient just to wait
so we gotta bus our own plates
clean it up, make it look nice before we crash and burn
and when we wake in the morning
we’ll have forgotten all bad things
and we wash our hands clean
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released January 31, 2005
music & lyrics by e.c.ernst except for "spinning," music by e.c.ernst / lyrics by r.l.slater.
recorded, mixed, and produced by e.c.ernst at rosco's house
all instruments, vox by e.c.ernst
C&P e.c.ernst and Rosco Ate It
