hard love - could've burned brighter, could've lit the shores and freeways over on the way into town.. if i'd only left nowhere for the dark to hide a hope.. well i guess it's too late now to believe i could control who has harder love than a stone.. could've turned every grain of smooth and heavy sand in search of peace again.. or reigned attempts at making sense of this crowded town in instead of leaving fast, with my two bags full.. who has harder love down the road? you be careful now, darling. you be careful how you hold on to someone when they have to go. you be careful now, darling.. it's never easy heading home back towards feeling alone.. you look out from some parking garage where we made love in the car and see what might have been.. from the dark, screeching hard, a pile-up accident. we came close to that.. as the pain we well know spills its blood on the road..
answer print - face up to the way it can't be. you shake as if it was still hanging in the darkroom. shed light, the bedroom doorframe's exposure isn't right for positive i.d. of sentiments unsevered from the way it's gotta be.. we know eyes exposed, tears they swell and smudge the print. we know eyes exposed, suddenly they turn to fear. not knowing if it's better this way, when you're no longer near to hear me sing, from right behind your ear, isn't it strange the answer is your absence? face up to the way it can't be. you shake as if it was still negotiable. shed light, thrown the blinds wide open, reflect on why.. ain't it larger than it seems? still trying to pull the lever on the way it's gotta be? we know overtones have darkened entire rooms. we know overtones, suddenly they still appear.
bailey - bailey, waking in my flannel jacket.. could it be that i, could it be that you're distracted? wrapping my arms around and never running out.. the sacred has been found.. there's no more waiting. bailey, the day that our eyes met.. i'm not gonna lie, it's like trying to describe the sunset. an absolute infatuation, our starry revelation leaves no doubt that i will be here.. believe in now, in only once around.. all your love, all your grace.. all that look on your face.. put your hand on my heart, you'll feel it race. bailey, stay with me now, make it last. there's nothing inside your smile from the past. an absolute infatuation, our made up constellations, falling asleep on the roof alone with you.
number - raindrops trickle like fingers down the windshield's face. wish they could reach me from as high as yours have. we beat the ground to the point where all flies beautiful. we beat the ground to the brink of weightlessness.. the only pattern in the rain is that it never ends.. but when you're with me there's not a prayer it gets in. she dries out my head, means what she says. i've got a number where you can reach me. don't be a stranger you're the one i love, and i don't mind if you stay awhile.. i've got a number where you can reach me. doubts at times, when your thoughts mislead, you come find me here anytime.. for what gets on your mind.. where to lay your head, darling.. taking out some space with a mostly understanding man. we beat the ground to the point where all flies beautiful. we beat the ground to the point where it all made sense..
on the way out - as if we were in a glass dome, sheltered from everyone. as if it means that hearts are never broken. that traffic stops as we stand here still.. we've come to conclusion imperfect as we feared. to hold you close as i have ever known. perhaps could shield us both as a hailstorm draws near our disorder. the imperfect falls all around, brings us closer to the form that we wrap around. when you taste it, what gets taken from your arms. when you taste it, then you break it on the way out. our unity revolves around what's much too big to trust. the architecture's left defenseless, fearing beauty as we must. all on the ground, down on the way. on the way out.
the end - stacked behind the door are the photographs of yours. in the basket down the hall there's a soccer shirt that i borrowed. the end isn't the end. the end isn't the end of this. picking out the darkened hair from each and every happy moment. i've come to terms that have been laid bare, quiet sleeping angels in my bed. so don't you disappoint yourself again, you'll be back home.. before too long.. these discussions with myself, the kinds of things that don't tend to help. pacing back and forth with my guitar, looking way up high on a shelf.
last dance - something we hurt again, never really understand, how it slips through the hands, where do we go? the grand illusion sinking to the west.. sleight of head when you're thinking of whether or not ever becoming ready or sent to bed for what you get for sticking with the plan.. cest la vie, just how it goes in this halflife's afterglow... with the bright lights shining way down low, we're keeping quiet about the place we gotta go. with the bright lights shining after the show, we're keeping quiet about the place we gotta go. something misunderstood, never really did nobody good.. tried on these occasions for amends.. the way i figure, i figure as long as we bookend the deeds. as long as there's balance inside, don't hurt your neighbor and swallow your pride, then that's still in favor of the plan.. cest la vie, just how it goes. swaying sideways and slow...
no time away - remember when you were free. a simple wind that stirs the leaves. no time away. remember you can forget how you got here, and what you spent. no time away.. from way back when, underground, grown up high, all around, branching out, these pinpoints above. we hear the sound together. we reach the sound the same.. staring at you from your arms. i hope you still feel the warmth. no time away..
ferris wheel - once a year they close the streets and everyone gets on their feet.. the perfect time of year to be with you trying to figure out the deal.. how you and i could feel rising up that ferris wheel.. coming down, nothing to fear.. invincible. when it's back around, i don't wanna be with anybody else.. when all the flashing lights dim down and all the music loses sound.. when it's you and me above the ground we got it all worked out. can't wait for what's in store. each day unlike before.. our love, let it climb some more..
yellow valentines - let'em drown, settle down, pass me. on the floor, headed for the back seat. hear the chords of the final saturday. at the end of the night you ran with me. silhouette, spin a dress, arrest me. metaphor, level bell, the high beams. hear the chords of the final saturday. by the end of the night you rang my plates. can't recall a thing.. how we walked a line then took a swing. yellow valentines left to die for waking.. what a mess, hang a left, i'll lead you by the hand, headed for the back room. feel the warmth of the final saturday. at the end of the night we wrote our names out of musical tones and exit signs, on a radio loud and always fine. feel the warmth of the final saturday. by the end of the night, you guessed my name. can't recall a thing.. how we speeded on each other's wing. yellow valentines left to die for waking. must have been beautiful before the fear took hold. hear the chords of the final saturday. by the end of the night we felt the same.
