Brother, Friend, its not like I want this to end. Sister,
Companion its not like I
planned to abandon, but I
have been here before. Your
pages get flipped I can tell
by the weight in your face
that you cant be trusted,
well I have been here before
(there's nothing behind it)
you can't tell us that we're
all together, like a sea of
presidential timber, we are
filled up one by one, I like
you! I like you! We feel our
heads collapsing until we
find some kind of space, it
comes on slow and then it takes over, lets be
passionate its not like we'll
get another chance to do
this, don't be embarrassed,
go over the top but come up
from the bottom, let's be
passionate its not like we'll
get another chance to do
this, don't be embarrassed.
Your heart, your lips, the
parts of your being that I
miss, they have seasoned me
over the last year, but haven't we been here before,
we've got something against
the words (when there's
nothing behind it) I want to
take these little minutes and
try to find myself some
space, I wanna relive little
minutes and try to keep the
dream awake, I want to relive
little minutes, but they just
keep stacking up on
themselves, you can't make it
fit when it works like this
if it becomes a job.