1. |
Oh, Love
02:18
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Oh, love wanes
as we get older.
The shift of space
Into your arms.
Should we say this now?
Could we wait somehow?
Sink your teeth
into the autumn.
Weighed back down
and covered with snow.
Should we say this now?
Could we wait somehow?
You open yourself to me now,
and tethered us both into doubt.
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2. |
Fear
03:58
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We were tied through fear
in the hope we’d grow.
Your retreat from home could end
where we slept beneath the side of my bed
in an empty house I shared with my friends.
When the hope fades south
and the steps caved in.
When the embers hold below
and remind me of you coming home
to wash all the smoke from your clothes.
But I don’t mean to say
that all my love had turned away.
But I just need you for the weekend
or a while.
Are you right with god?
Was he on your side?
As the days shrink back again
turn to quiet, sink into dread,
shading all the thoughts in my head.
So, I speak with death.
Will he work with time?
To the days longer in light.
He picks her from the back of my mind.
blots her out and changes my sight
and with the sense from you
that all my love had turned away.
And I believed that for these weeks and for a while.
I don’t mean to prepare for this.
I could never say why.
I don’t need this now.
But I just need you for the weekend or a while.
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3. |
The Lake
03:53
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Wend your way through me,
with a call from my father
and the fear you leave.
Set me wandering,
in the blush of the morning
with a weight to keep.
Some thought of longing, waiting for the sun.
You can keep and shelter.
If I could have known,
would I bend?
To get you back from the side of my head, and
I never thought to wonder if I'd
thank god for all of this fiction,
thank god you said whatever's on your mind.
Were you more to me
than the lake, and the harbor,
and the tallest trees?
The thought we wouldn’t speak,
spools on the table
and slips beneath.
Some thought of longing, waiting for the sun.
You can keep and shelter.
If I could have known,
Would I bend?
To get you back from the side of my head, and
I never thought to wonder if I'd
thank god that this is my fiction,
and thank god you said whatever's on your mind.
Thank god you said whatever’s on your mind.
The Lake bowed down.
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4. |
Ready to Break
04:02
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Say you meant as much to me, as all this
it slips right through my hands.
I watch you turn away, now
I spent all my time wondering if I should just wait.
I’ve been up to my head now.
I may never forget you.
And if I walk away at least we’ve ways to go and
oh I, oh I needed to let you
find your own way to get to
shut it all away, away, away.
We know that
oh, I think I’m ready,
oh, I think I’m ready to break.
But in my heart at least you stop to tell me I’m
the only one.
Oh, I think I’m ready,
oh, I think we’re ready to break.
Cause in my heart at least you stop
and tell me I’m the one
who knows you.
Build me up, we’ll take the time to let go
and break it off for good.
In ways it’s been much better
now that we both know that we are finally understood.
I’d been up to my head now.
I may never forget you.
If I had walked away at least we’ve ways to go and
oh I, oh I needed to let you
find your own way to get to
lock it all away, away, away.
You know that
oh, I think I’m ready,
oh, I think I’m ready to break.
Cause in my heart at least you stop
to tell me I’m the only one.
Oh, I think I’m ready,
oh, I think we’re ready to break.
Cause in my heart at least you stop
and tell me I’m the one
who knows you.
I’m not scared to
waste my time.
You say that it’s over.
Say that we’re closer.
I’m not scared to
waste my time.
Say that it’s closer.
Say that it’s over.
If I had more time to just waste on you.
Traded all my time just to waste on you.
If I had more time to just waste on you.
Oh, I think I’m ready,
oh I think we’re ready to break.
Cause in my heart at least you stop
to tell me I’m the only one.
Oh, I think I’m ready,
oh, I think we’re ready to break.
Cause in my heart at least you stop.
Now tell me I’m the one
who knows you.
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5. |
If I Love You
03:50
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I sink back below as the water surrounds.
You’d known all this trouble could bring me down.
Find something sweet to say
and keep it to yourself.
Let it get out.
Keeping it down.
I’ll sink back below til you change me enough.
Fade out, lose our sight as it changes to dusk
With every single word
that says we’ve come undone.
Not making a sound,
don’t let me leave now.
You look as if it’s something I should know.
The undertow we built into a home.
I never want to know
if I even love you now.
You left it here,
thinking it’d be saved somehow.
I sink back below as the current surrounds.
See me, and feel that all of our actions were bound
I can’t remember which
way that it went wrong.
Some memory drowned.
I can’t make it out.
You look as if it’s something I had known.
The undertow we built into a home.
I never want to know
if I even love you now.
You left it here,
thinking it’d be saved somehow
No, do I even love you now?
And I don’t see
that I’ll ever figure out.
We’re turning into something
and you have held the line.
Will you turn me into someone
who takes it all in stride?
I gotta know.
I’ve gotta tell you.
If I could ever,
if I could tell you.
Oh, no if I even love you now.
You left it here,
Thinking it’d be saved somehow.
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6. |
Winter
04:32
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Say that it’s over,
if that’s what we need to say.
In our one bed apartment
the street passes through the shade
where we gave it up.
I watched from the hallway on some afternoon
the ghost of us packing up our living room.
you spoke to me softly, said something we knew.
The light changed its hue,
it’s leaving us soon.
Another sort of lantern for you.
One that only measures to you.
Put your head on my shoulder,
and dance by the kitchen sink,
where I may not have told you
in the blue of the tv screen
that you gave me love.
Is this what you needed to know it was true?
Some kind of reminder of something we knew
the light changed its hue,
it’s leaving us soon.
Another sort of lantern for you.
The kind that really measures to you.
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7. |
Snow Day
03:38
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Drawn from Orion, we bend
while picking you up through
the last days of autumn.
Climbing the steps to your bed,
the drifts building upwards
like cards on a table
towards home.
Oh, winter takes me four hours away.
Pick through the pines
Where we met my grandfather.
He told me you looked quite the same.
Your coat filled with burs,
and we grinned at the thought of it.
Saying we know you’ll be safe.
The sun howling down
on your path to the bottom
towards home.
Time won’t change
that you never looked away,
if you pass so unexpectedly.
And when we travel where you go
through several weeks of snow
to see. Backwards inside the lines,
and you sit by my side as I read.
The forest where we had just to leave you now.
Oh, summer brings us back from far away.
Soaked to the bone,
overlooking the garden.
And though all words may have changed,
you’re picking me up by
the turn of the autumn.
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8. |
We Met Just Once
03:40
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We met just once,
but I really knew.
And this heartache that you barely may remember
still pulls me through.
And if time spanned back again, would you know
and try to change my tune?
Could we take it back?
But you moved out west
or some thing like that.
Where seasons barely had a sense of meaning
and the coast slips back.
And swallows up the end
as we know and try
when you asked again.
Will you take it back?
And you always were type.
And I said it first
if you remember.
Under the weather
Where I found
a sip of you
Just for a moment,
And you’ll always be my type.
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9. |
Ghosts
04:55
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Find a way
back home.
Where the shade has gathered
ever since we left here,
and the trees have overgrown.
I forgot you in a way.
Since then
the weeds drew up and covered
up the doorstep,
and the floors have given way.
I still pray for rain,
In my sleep
a place we meant to keep
I’ll lay my head beneath
somewhere the ghosts still meet.
And if I woke too soon,
to see them fade from view
into the afternoon
somewhere I thought I knew.
You’ll weather when I’m gone.
Dead of night,
in time
the shapes all sway together
where the trees bend,
and they gather in the light.
Then they all just stepped away
in time.
I’ll forget whatever may have
changed here
with the first of the light.
The shade has left my sight.
In my sleep
a place we meant to keep
I’ll lay my head beneath
somewhere the ghosts still meet.
And if I woke too soon,
to see them fade from view
into the afternoon,
somewhere I thought I knew.
You’ll weather when I’m gone.
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10. |
Fiction
04:08
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By the big hunt
in this light.
Did you wonder
if we might?
Cause you were like sun on the side of this room
that I wandered through.
There’s nothing you could possibly say
to change this for me.
Wrapped in the sound of
some fictional life.
Where someone like you was
kissing my eyes.
You were like sun on the side of this room,
that I wandered through.
You feel like summer before the rain.
The trip we took to the lake.
Say what you meant all along.
You taste like coffee and cinnamon.
Caught in the thick of it,
I’ll send of all of this to you now:
You’re ever my love
Taken our time cause
we have never been scared.
And you hardly knew yourself,
and your books may never leave my shelf.
You hardly knew yourself.
I won’t be another.
I don’t mean to say that I was just another.
I don’t think there could ever be another.
I don’t mean to say I was just another.
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11. |
Right to My Head
03:49
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Though it may not be right now,
with the way things have worked out,
it was often that I should have said
I was tied in fear throughout.
Then you took me by surprise,
with the way you looked that night.
With your coat turned up against the snow,
we were taking our time,
and you couldn’t have known
that you’d gone to my head
as I’m walking you home.
She has gone.
She has gone right to my head.
When I wake before you now,
settle in and settle down.
Where the trees are dark and hollowed out,
with the winter drifting south.
I will know just what you mean,
a kind of golden age thinking.
Where we both look back to things we’d known,
as we’re taking our time,
and we’re taking it slow.
And it’s gone to my head,
and you couldn’t have known
You have gone.
You have gone right to my head.
Though it may just be right now,
with the winter drifting south.
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