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Feb 2012
Well I'm cornered on the run
And all my friends have left for the sun
The man over there holds his gun
As she wonders how this has all begun

Left my key in the door this morning
The piano played on all in mourning
And I left my money in bed spooning
Listening to the radio with owls crooning

But I try not to let those things get me down
Cause a face all crumpled never sees the gown
Smile at me baby, don't show me no frown
Cause' it's still early and everyone's around

Well I started out not believing
Cause' I just didn't see any reason
But with you it was like the change of the reason
And I feel as if I'm committing treason

In the heat of the white light chronicles
All angels angelic in robes seem comical
Out of money out of mind out of all that is biblical
Please don't go down that road an' make me cynical

And when she comes home late at night
And stubs her toe to cause me a fright
I don't want to scream and yell and fight
Cause a while ago we were doing alright

Sister Mary in church hair lit from within
Don't where I started, don't know where to begin
Never knew the difference of holy and sin
Both sides fight for their souls to show they'll win

All opposites of this place show only a need
Give me some paper I need to write out my plea
I see the white ocean and a bubbling sea
When I was with her it wasn't hard at all to see

Got a week ahead of me and twenty three behind
Lost my glasses so I can't see the signs
I'm running a little late, grab me a coffee and pie
I don't even have a voice left so I can't even cry

Oh how the wind moves through your hair
And your milk white skin shimmers fair
Life with you always was a life of dare
You know somewhere inside of me I still care

Well I ended up with everything
But it feels like a whole lot of nothing
These words I write weren't meant to be touching
Try to avoid the one's always shushing

Every rain drop sounds like their made with gongs
I knew you were here, I could feel it all along
A man once wrote a line about high men and pawns
I tell I hear it I swear to you it won't turn out a con
Written by
Mitchell
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