Last Saturday I stood in your entry way A place where we used to wait For cars to carry us away Like once in this storm They drove me and Justin home The music was just being born It was all I was longing for Now I'm on a plane Of singing my songs again Oh, please don't think ill of it It's the reason I exist But you You're the crutch of a cripple You're the calm of a conscience You're the peace that I have found When all these voices talk too loud Well, you are quietly reassuring me With the hands of a healer And the tongue of a teacher It's your voice that I have known To be the first one on the phone Yeah, you ran all the lights to the hospital
So don't you say to me That life's a trap The future is nothing but a tragedy Because I'll be out of that window Yeah, I'll start wishing to die again Just say we're not walking backwards, kid And show me to the door And I'll walk behind Out into the hot sunlight Where the world's very much alive Even when I close my eyes
Well, should I admit That my promise is counterfeit That I'm careless and childish And that's all I can hope to be And would you concede That I think only of myself I refuse everybody's help Who has been reaching out for me? Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could claim Oh, with the sense of a banker And with the touch of a tailor You saved this life for me And you have sown it to beauty And I am grateful now and I will always be
So would you sing with me The song is all I know Some truths are told now only in a melody So I've been writing a new one Yeah, I've been taking my time with it It's gonna be so perfect It's gonna hold all of us inside of it You will see If you just add your harmony I think it would be complete And be worthy of singing My clumsy symphony
Yeah, you're the cool of the water You're the start of the summer Keep me still like a anchor In a storm you're the cellar When I'm heavy with worry make me light as a feather When I'm deafened by anger you're the song I remember With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillar When I'm starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter You're a poet And a saint You are the only one I choose to imitate Oh, like the love of a father through the eye of a camera It's this picture I have seen We're on a sloping hill of green And you are walking there beside meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
