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your chest, my head is pressed the place i go to rest (feel the rhythm of you) i can’t tell you how much i love the sound of you living heart beats through an hourglass don’t breathe too hard, don’t breathe too fast we can make each heart beat last take a second, take you in memorize your rhythm we can make each heart beat last heart beats through an hourglass don’t breathe too hard too fast heart beats through an hourglass your breath, a quiet song enters, exists your lungs (feel the rhythm of you) i can’t tell you how much i love the sound of you living
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breathe it all in let it all out give it all up just let it go take a pause babe, just because babe no need to worry cause we know the u-n-i in the universe won't ever fade so let's lay here in the sunlight til the sunlight turns to shade the energy in you and me ain't ever going to no grave count your blessings, make a mess then learn your lessons, your souls are saved *co-written with Veronica May
think we're safe now, the coast is clear no more landmines to dance on dear finally dry after it rained all year rainbow sky smiles from ear to ear at the end is where we will begin again passing the test of time riches without a dime that's a real goldmine think we're still now, the sea is calm my heart is resting in your palm slow and steady wins the race cross the line, hand in hand, face to face triumph's not a trophy or a pot of gold it's waiting patiently and watching life unfold *co-written with Veronica May tiptoe up the stairs as if there's anyone up there, up there silent night in bed storm clouds raging in my head in my head oh night, tell me a story oh night, sing me a lullaby sleep walk me into the morning just let me close my eyes don't want to watch the wheels fall off my life watch the minutes pass lonely little hourglass, hourglass conscious steady stream runs through an ocean of could have been dreams could have been dreams *co-written with Veronica May
somewhere out in Colorado upon the plains thirty miles east of Denver where it barely rains there's an old abandoned house down on fetzer st. where music used to rise out of the ivory piano keys flower patterned wallpaper withered all away grandpa's black boots faded all to gray closet full of dresses that grammy always wore and a square cut in the carpet leading to cellar door beyond the cellar door the shelves are all reserved for rows and rows of mason jars filled up with preserves the memories remain though life lives there no more bottle up, just like the jam beyond the cellar door grandpa played the fiddle though his fingers were too wide mama sang with grammy side by side now the air is still and stale, the fiddle's in its case ain't it sad how so much nothing can fill up so much space seven in the morning, 1959 breakfast on the table, the house was in its prime grandpa zips his black boots up to start his daily chores while grammy places another jar beyond the cellar door like the square cut in that carpet there's two now in the ground rows and rows just like those just like any other town i know my time will come and i wonder what's in store beyond this life beyond the grave beyond the cellar door
we walk together dear
though sometimes out of sync but doesn't it always get better dear we're stronger than we think we hold our breath cross our fingers and our toes wasting the daylight left hoping darkness won't approach so let's dance on a landmine and juggle with grenades cause we don't when the pin will pull again so darling let's make lemonade every second with you is love so pure every crack of the bat is worth so much more than any swing and a miss i'm telling you this i'll love you til the end so let's dance on a landmine til then we dance together babe on steps one, two, three and four but when we waltz in three four time we stumble to the floor so we get the rabbit's foot a heads up penny too throwing a dash of salt behind our backs it's all that we can do |
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