Look Me Up
I know it's a little cold outside this time of year.
But I love your baby face and your angel hair.
You look me up, I look you down,
And I realize, you don't know my name.
Later on you're knocking on my door.
You take off your clothes and leave them on the floor.
And there you are lying naked in front of me.
Oh my god.
I reminisce and sing.
I run my fingertips down the small of your back.
And feel those shivers sending dimples on your skin.
Just look at those eyes.
I reminisce and sing.
A city laid to waste with no soul.
This world will give you a taste, and leave you alone.
You get down on your knees and look to the sky.
Because no one understands the reasons why.
Try to run away, try to run away, try to run away.
Well if your love is so great, then where is your hope?
You've had one foot in the grave since the day you were born.
There's no more angels down here, and no more miracles.
Your faith has left you hard, you're cold as a stone.
You try to run away, you try to run away, but no one gets away.
Once, oh once, I was just like you.
I bet you wish you'd forget, I bet you wish you could just forget.
I bet you wish you could.
I set a date,
I’m walking out of this place.
Going oh - so - far away,
But not today.
Your silhouette,
Climbed so slow into bed.
Lay down on my chest,
Then you said..
“Oooh that’s nice”
We parted ways,
After just a few days.
It’ll be a short while,
'Til I see you again.
Your voice on the line,
Mix your laughter with mine.
In just a little time,
We’ll be drinking wine singing..
“Oooh that’s nice”
In Good Conscience
We are waiting for something to happen.
We are counting on the stars to change.
The silent victims of our own complacent youth.
Take away all the evidence.
I live under a clear conscience.
In the back of my head there's a voice I ignore.
And it's You.
The ghosts in the attic are still shaking their chains.
And the voice in my head he still whispers things.
And every single skeleton in my closet is trying to get out.
It's harder to accept the things,
When you know it means, you have to change.
It's so much easier, just to complain,
And place the blame on anything.
I'm pointing the finger, but it's pointing back at me.
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released April 24, 2013
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