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*co-written with Veronica May
the synapse fails to connect i thought i was being direct hope is slowly dying but confusion's ever-growing the neurons fire away receptors aren't willing to play what's the use in trying always feels as though i'm throwing words against the wall you're not hearing them at all now there's something that you are missing words against the wall you're not hearing them at all all i need was for you to listen the brain and the heart won't shake hands i never know where my arrow lands days into years, you're reaping what you're sowing i look in the mirror and i see you genetic's pathetic attempt to show proof am i ringing in your ears always feels as though i'm throwing
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*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
(in standard key - different than recording) Verse: C Am Dm G // C Bb A Dm G G7 Chorus: F C Am Em F // F C-B-Am Dm G C Bridge: Em F Em F G // C E7 Am C // Dm D7 G G7 Last Chorus: F C Am Em F // F C-B-A7 Dm G C // Dm G C 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
*co-written with Veronica May
the first thing that i notice is the sunshine on her face which leads me to her freckles looking like they're playing chase her strong jawline, her lips to her eyes which leads me to her midnight hair blowing through the sky oh my, oh my, i feel sorry for the light cause if her face is in the picture, nothing else catches my sight oh my, oh my i could spend the whole day smiling at this silly photograph and the lengths she'll leap to for a little laugh the frames can't tame her spirit's range, which explains why i feel that her beauty can be captured but not caught dead standing still oh my, oh my, this love is black and white we know what to expect cause we've got the right effect oh my, oh my pressing flowers inside books, making melodies and hooks reading pointless stories in bed frisbee, jeopardy, laughing so damn hard you pee these are the photographs flipping through my head oh my, oh my, strolling the lane made up of time P-I-C-T-U-R-Easily the best memory oh my *2nd/3rd verses co-written with Veronica May (1st verse and choruses cover Gospel song of the same name - Lindsay's grandparents Ollie & Bethel can be heard in recording)
a land removed from sickness pain and sorrow no death, no theft, no aching, no more greed no sad goodbyes but only glad reunions oh this is just what heaven means to me what will it be, when we get over yonder and join the throng upon the glassy sea to greet our loved ones and sing with them forever oh this is just what heaven means to me a people that have minds of understanding and eyes that follow suit in what they see they follow all the passages on love oh this is just what heaven means to me a swaying eucalyptus on the hillside where lovebirds sit and sing their melody surrounded by the people who we love most oh this is just what heaven means to me you were a red light that stopped me right in my tracks
when i was flying through the crossroads no yellow in between, quick change from red to green you made me move, you made me go you taught me to switch gears and now the road is clear, we let go of the brakes i'll drive with you my dear, and we'll collect souvenirs love is all it takes i picture you and me, two little girls at sea digging our heels in shifting sands baby don't cry those tears, there's enough salt out here we hold our breath, we're holding hands i'm learning how to tell when the next wave will swell anticipate the breaks i'm willing to dive through, long as i can pop up with you love is all it takes i ain't going anywhere, you can quote me girl, i said it if something tries to break us, just trust that i won't let it i don't need a judge to tell me that i'm wedded to you you never have to worry, you never gotta sweat it i told if you picked me you never would regret it i loved you when i met you, i'll love you til the credits roll through love, love, love is all it takes we run holding hands to two open swings
i pump my legs slowly, hold tight to the chain links blocking the light, i look up in the air scream honey, are you sure you're alright up there? you say i'm having a blast, get up here right now i yell back i'm tired, and i don't know how for days straight, i wait, trying to gauge where you'll be when the clouds cave in so you can land on me there's a ring around the roses on our own playground there's nothing but earth and sky for miles around and i say, oh how fun, let's reminisce you say, i've never seen a place like this and i say, it's common as apple pie you say, i know you are, but what am i next we head over to tetherball poles i wait on both sides, while you play both roles there's no way to lose, there's no way to win so i sit wondering when i'll get to sub in you hit it so hard, i wince and i brace cause i'm scared the ball's bound to smack me in the face it'll fly off the handle if you play too rough leave you bored with just me, cause i'm not enough when we finally take a break in the day we take turns making a pb and j i spread mine thin, cause i hate a mess and you pour it on thick, cause you love the excess *verses co-written with Veronica May (chorus/bridge partial cover of Snoop Dogg/Pharell song of the same name)
starting out it was the shot heard round the world a committed lady going after a noncommittal girl but then time, time finally took its toll life was the objective and love was the goal and then i said... you're beautiful, i just want you to know, you're my favorite girl finally settled down and things got better consider this song a little love letter it's like a whole new life now that you're in it baby be my wife, and let's begin it i just wanted you to know that you are really special *co-written with Veronica May you took the pain, added a t painted right over the hurt inside me believe what i say, when i say it's true filled a big gaping hole with a big w o, g, i, c something in u u and i r right on q nobody ever writes love letters these days they spend all their time driving on online freeways there's gotta be somebody somewhere that you know who could use a few handwritten x's and o's you took the hate, switched out the h with an f and I guess it turned into fate you wanted her badly, you set out to get her took away the space so we'd be together |
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