Now I know this letter is right out of the blue All I ever wanted was to talk to you In a cafe, in a moving rented car Heading to the nearest place that felt like far "Honey, " can I call you that in secret print? Words will never hurt you if the motive's clear All I want for you is joy and peaceful love Who you get it from is not my main concern
It's like a fountain every time I think of you Turning on the prose that would encircle you Though I messed it up, I figured that I might See you true and clearly in another life As the rain falls slowly on this sliding roof I'm inclined to tell you all about the truth Years of wondering what you were thinking of I've given into endless days of being a sloth
If I could have the energy to chase the day I would end up chasing all the good away Endless youth is wasted on the fallen kid Down a tunnel off mistakes, they always fled Who is there to pick up on the bloody mess Who is there to mop their heads with tenderness No one human, nobody is good enough To envelope the human heart when life is rough
How can this be done? How can I make it through? Teenage dreams do never what they're meant to do Knock a door and listen to the wisdom speak Leave your knife, your razor, and your make believe Though the world is fucked according to the news As we get you out of what you have to do Though the world is fucked and swinging to the right Doesn't get you out of what you have to do tonight
Compositores: Christopher Thomas Geddes (Geddes Christopher), Richard William Colburn, Sarah Ann Martin (Martin Sarah), Stephen Thomas Jackson (Jackson Stephen), Stuart Lee Murdoch (Belle & Sebastian), Robert Michael Kildea (Bobby Kildea), David Mcgowan ECAD: Obra #29713649