No, it's okay, I will sit alone,
If there is not a place for me.
I'll take my lunch outside today,
where I can stay and think of you,
and wonder what you think,
and wonder if you notice me.
And can I walk you home from school?
I'd wish for the houses and sidewalks to be forever lost and dried into a desert,
and everything was a mirage.
And we still had miles left before we arrived,
but we would never make it there.
Just try and stop me now.
And we were alone,
and nobody could ever keep me from cherishing every word that left your lips,
the broken wings of a songbird can't support it, but it was never meant to fly that far away from you.
Oh, you're such a child you live in your dreams and you shall wake one day as a fool. You will love what couldn't love you.
It's no surprise that she,
Can't see you just as you see her.
With just a simple goodbye, and you're all alone.
Why don't you disappear?
You mean nothing to her anyway.
Won't she see what she's missed when you waste away?
Save your breath at last, for when you're calling her house, and ask if she's there.
Hear the smile on her face, how glad she is to be hearing your poor voice again.
Set the stage, the scene's about to start.
The lighting is just right for you.
And when the curtain calls,
We sense excitement from the way you stand so still,
we feel the tension and anxiety when you start to speak your soliloquy.
If we could open our arms to comfort everyone we would feel emptiness in our hands.
We shall bear them at our sides, brandishing our solemn grace and never let go of the one we love.
No, it's okay I will walk alone,
If you are going home with him.
And maybe you will spend the night,
and I just might spend it alone.
I wonder what he does.
I wonder what he says to you.
And I could never get it right.
How long did it take for me to work up the courage to talk to you without staring at the floor, and how could I deny it? The chance that I dream of, capture your irises, and I was helpless to pretend I never felt a thing.
If we were alone I promise I would practice it over and over 'till it sounds like what he says.
The songbird still tries to sing even though you blinded both its eyes it's so frightened it stays grounded.
Why cling to your hopes when you're proven so hopeless? You'll hang your head from temporal chains. You'll waste your breath for who cannot feel the same.
credits
from Grace EP (demo),
track released June 1, 2007
P Davis:
Guitar
Bass
Piano
Accordion
Drums
Synth arrangements
Lead vocals
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