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(second verse written by Becca Jay)
1. you would think you could change for yourself i wouldn’t even have to ask you to you would think that the pain in my eyes would be reason enough for you you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think 2. you would think over time you could let a gentle current pull you somewhere new you would think you could climb to the top of this mountain instead of waiting for it to move you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think br. you would think i could turn away you would think i would learn some day but instead, instead, instead, instead... you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think
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*co-written with Veronica May (music) i ran my sweaty palms through messy tangled hair i was a nervous schoolgirl at the science fair i smiled hard with extra teeth so i could hide the way the lump in my throat despised this pile of paper mache the project baffled me, worked hard as i projected tinkered with chemistry, results were unexpected i felt fear in safety goggles, couldn’t calculate the quote maybe too much vinegar, maybe too much baking soda my volcano now she's holding her breath, she's swallowing her pride my volcano is a mountain of words that just got tongue-tied my volcano she's glorious, she's dangerous, she's dormant and she's still my volcano if you wait ten thousand years, she might just tell you how she feels i press my legs to chest, my knees cradle my ear i'm an anxious woman, stretching my neck toward mt. ranier i whisper soft with extra air so she can hear me say i feel you bubbling underneath, i feel it every day i am no longer shocked by the lack of an eruption one day i will know, but for now there's no relief in self-destruction for birds are nesting in her nooks, and humans hike her trails i feel kinship with a mountain that chooses not to melt DRUM VERSION HERE *co-written with Veronica May the echo of the past, it lingers in my ear the rumble of the future, never here but ever near it's ok to look back it's ok to look on like the setting of suns and the breaking of dawns but space can make you close close can make you far the place you're missing most is right here where you are the voices of the past, they speak but don't say much the fingers of the future, reaching out without a touch it's ok to react it’s ok to stay calm like the flash of the sun on the horizon *co-written with Veronica May we are at the age, we're getting older, growing up life is hard, life is scary, life is crazy let's rewind the VHS tape back to a time when things were easy, let me love you like the 80s if times are hard, i've got your back even when things get a little messy you be kelly, i'll be zach or maybe slater to your jessie doing it together, wearing matching sweaters we're gonna do it our way just like laverne and shirley or maybe bert and ernie but not so inconspicuously gay i'll love you no matter what whether you are fat or if you're skinny stomach full of butterflies jets jackets and girly eyes just like kevin and winnie i don't mind, loving you's no crime roger that, i'm your creature of habit cartoon or not, you're smoking hot just like jessica rabbit *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
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 *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
*co-written with Veronica May
she was born with big eyes, she was born with wild dreams she was born with big love, bursting at the seams she was born with hope, she was born with light she was born to lose, she learned how to fight but when you fall down 200 pairs of hands will tell you don’t give up tonight so in the next round, you’ll be back in the ring and we’ll be screamin fight baby fight she’s a constellation, vast just like orion grace just like a sparrow, courage like a lion it’s not a fight to the end, it’s a fight to the start it’s not a fight to the death, it’s a fight to the heart and we’ll be screamin fight baby fight
*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 |
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