1. |
Old Ring
04:26
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An old ring,
Sits on a window sill
Baking,
The sun bleaches everything
She could wash her thoughts away
But lately,
It seems like they're here to stay
An old man,
Tired and beaten up
Old hands
Row him to shore
He could take a joke in the morning light
But lately,
Its more than he ever knew
Lady,
What keeps you up at night?
Maybe,
Your thoughts are on shore
Hand grow cold as they row away
An old ring,
He throws in the sea
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2. |
Hello Evening
03:38
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You can see me down by the water
I'll never go inside
Never was one for the notion
Never really had the time
Never said that I didn't want to
Never meant to run and hide
Never said that I didn't want to
Now its time to run and hide
Heaven, is calling
My daughters call my name
You can bury me in the evening
Beneath the dizzy autumn leaves
So sick of believing you're leaving
Getting sick of the summer scene
Used to think that I didn't want to
Now I think I'm on your side
Used to think that I didn't want to
I'm pretty sure I'm on your side
Heaven, is calling
My daughters call my name
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3. |
Feels Like
04:28
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Feels like
Raking all the leaves in the middle of fall
A brighter child
Smiling from a painting that I drew on the wall
An equal place
Fire in the kitchen burning bricks in the wall
She won't understand
Not unless you learn how to talk with your hands
A brighter light
Changing
You've got the strength you know to fight it all
We all want another
To share the coming battles
Don't give into temptation
To give up
Carry on
Carry on
Changing
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4. |
Hey Babe
04:20
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Hey Babe,
Why don't you loiter around
With the TV on in the room where you played
Hey Girl,
Why aren't you singing the songs
That you played on the days when the rain wouldn't come
We can see our dreams
Each in our own way
We can rise up above
The summer stream
Hey Babe,
What's the joy in a song
When your hearts been away on a trip to escape?
Hey Babe,
When are you coming home,
With your heart on your sleeve and the cold in your bones?
We can see our dreams
Each in our own way
We can rise up above
The summer scene
Hey Babe,
Why don't you loiter around
With the TV on in the room where you played?
Hey Girl,
Why aren't you singing the songs,
That you played on the days when the rain wouldn't stop?
We can see our dreams
Each in our own way
We can rise up above
The summer streams
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5. |
Never Die Young
06:21
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Even when you know
Even when you’ve seen
The hidden light of dreams
The faded autumn leaves
Even when they say
Its just another day
Even when the disappointment
Is never far away
Oh my love, never die young
Hold it all in until the fear is gone
Oh my love, never die young
You see it on the bridge
You hold it in your hand
You look out at the ocean
The never ending sand
Even when its hard
Even when you know
The end is only disappointment
Maybe I should go
Oh my love, never die young
Hold it all in until the fear is gone
Oh my love, never die young
Even when your head is spinning ever long
Oh my love, never die young
Pick it all up and leave another one
Oh my love, never die young
If you could stay awake
Late to catch the breeze
Under the moonlight
Awaiting the break of day
Oh my love, never die young
Hold it all in until the fear is gone
Even when the torture isn't really done
Oh my love, never die young
Pick it all up and live another one
Oh my love, never die young
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