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Back at the end, you try to say we're friends,
But I hear in the spaces what you mean.
Puff up your pride, if you're gonna hide
You better make sure everybody sees.
Baby, if you miss me so much, why'd you let me go?
Baby, if the story's over, how'm I s'pposed to know?
Baby, if you miss me so much, why'd you let me go?
Back at the end, you try to say we're friends,
But I hear in the spaces what you mean.
Puff up your pride, if you're gonna hide
You better make sure everybody sees.
Baby, I'd be sorry, if I had the time of day.
Baby, hard to follow when you run the other way.
Baby, I'd be sorry, if I had the time of day.
Back at the end, you try to say we're friends,
But I hear in the spaces what you mean.
Puff up your pride, if you're gonna hide
You better make sure everybody sees.
This is the lie you chose, lie you chose.
Everyone, everybody knows.
Baby, if your heart's all ready to be mine,
Baby, why's your girlfriend calling on the other line?
Baby, if your heart's all ready to be mine?
Back at the end, you try to say we're friends,
But I hear in the spaces what you mean.
Puff up your pride, if you're gonna hide
You better make sure everybody sees.
This is the lie you chose, lie you chose.
Everyone, everybody knows.
This is the lie you chose, lie you chose.
Lies they grow, lies they always grow.
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There it goes, he had to say it again
Those three words you don't want to hear.
But you know he'll want something in return.
So you whisper it softly when he's not near.
Where you do run to when nobody knows you?
You put one foot in front the other,
Hands in your pockets to keep out the cold.
You're just running away from a possible lover
Who will possibly love you until you grow old,
So you run away; it'd be absurd to stay.
Sun goes down, your fingers are itching to dial
The home, your feet made you leave.
Left alone, your heart will surely bleed out
All the love you refuse to receive.
Where you do run to when nobody knows you?
When nobody knows, where do you go?
You put one foot in front the other,
Hands in your pockets to keep out the cold.
You're just running away from a possible lover
Who will possibly love you until you grow old,
So you run away; it'd be absurd to stay.
Alleyway, his fingers intwine with a girl
Whose legs sway to unheard beat
You might stay, just to see him smile
But your hands dropped your heart
When they followed your feet.
Where you do run to when nobody knows you?
You put one foot in front the other,
Hands in your pockets to keep out the cold.
You're just running away from a possible lover
Who will possibly love you until you grow old,
So you run away; it'd be absurd to stay.
Sometimes life works out that way.
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I'll give you credit for stubborn will
And maybe stop in space you fill.
But you're one difficult, odd-shaped pill
You had a chance, that was, until
Hey there, Baby, where are you at?
I haven't heard anything.
So I took my key out from under the mat
And replaced it with your ring.
So take the letter you wrote in vain,
Take your emptiness, and take your pain.
I've lost my patience for being blamed.
Take your war wounds and your bad aim.
Hey there, Baby, where are you at?
I haven't heard anything.
So I took my key out from under the mat
And replaced it with your ring.
For my response, here's a charred pile
Of melted plastic that once had a smile
here's hoping our paths don't cross for a while
In the meantime, enjoy denial.
Ring around the rosy
Pockets full of posy.
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down.
Hey there, Baby, where are you at?
I haven't heard anything.
So I took my key out from under the mat
And replaced it with your ring.
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Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore.
I'm seeing things in technicolor,
But I'll protest, it was no miracle.
The simple task of growing duller.
This time, getting what I need means giving up what I thought I wanted.
I refuse to live my life, letting my dreams be haunted.
Love has nothing to do with fear, so you have no business here
Be gone before someone drops a house on you.
I can't seem to find a yellow road,
And shiny people aren't always right.
But I've got feet, and they can forge a path.
I wish they may, I wish they might.
This time, getting what I need means giving up what I thought I wanted.
I refuse to live my life, letting my dreams be haunted.
Love has nothing to do with fear, so you have no business here
Be gone before someone drops a house on you.
Not to say I'd send you flying monkeys.
That is, if I even could.
I've grown into something resembling human.
I only wish you would.
This time, getting what I need means giving up what I thought I wanted.
I refuse to live my life, letting my dreams be haunted.
Love has nothing to do with fear, so you have no business here
Be gone before someone drops a house on you.
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You came in with flashes of lightning,
Spoke in a voice that was frightening,
I didn't know what would come next.
Words unfamiliar, I know now.
That look in your eyes, it's strange how
We're most likely to learn what we think we can't.
Pick up the truth where you left it.
Start with you, don't second guess it, or you'll be wrong.
Here you are, my best reminder,
I can't go back to where I was.
Here you are, to steal my blinders,
Leaving me too free to run.
Now the fog is rolling, I'm swimming,
And the light of the morning is dimming
To the smoke of an August afternoon.
The trees have secrets they're telling,
And the flag on the porch is swelling,
But I know that I won't leave too soon.
Pick up your heart where you left it.
No time to start, but you're the best at moving along.
Here you are, my best reminder,
I can't go back to where I was.
Here you are, to steal my blinders,
Leaving me too free to run.
Now I know why the caged bird sings,
"Hallelujah," and those pretty things
You have the meaning, and I just have these words.
Here you are, my best reminder,
I can't go back to where I was.
Here you are, to steal my blinders,
Leaving me too free to run.
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The river rushes to the sea
Just as my heart races in me.
Don't ask me to explain, or I may leave.
Yes, I know, I said I'd stay,
But, Darling, there's no other way.
You cannot want the truth and still want me.
Footprints in this riverbed
Are fossils of what will be dead.
The trees will not remember our names.
Their roots go too deep to care,
And yes, my love, I'm well aware
That sometimes your roots are the same.
Once, there was a time I knew
All the great things that I'd do.
Now, I sit and watch days pass by.
Maybe soon I'll start again;
I'll let you in to be a friend.
Until that day, I'm too afraid to try.
The river then began to rise.
Of course, I noticed your surprise.
You didn't think I'd turn and run away.
You thought you were too good to drown,
The greatest man from all around,
And still, the current took you that day.
Footprints in this riverbed
Are fossils of what now is dead.
The sun still sets like any other day.
Footprints in this riverbed
Are fossils of what now is dead.
And who's to say that I'm the one to blame?
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The rain stood still for a moment, then it turned and went back to the sky.
The moon grew three sizes, and danced with the tide.
The road stretch out ahead, and the sand waved good-bye.
I held your hand, and I couldn't decide.
Let me lie in the field where we started from,
Let me feel like I did long ago.
Let the world stop telling me things,
I didn't want to know.
Let us wrap ourselves in nighttime,
And laugh like there won't come a morn.
The night is long, the stars are bright, the air cold,
The fire is warm.
The rain stood still for a moment, then it turned and went back to the sky.
The moon grew three sizes, and danced with the tide.
The road stretch out ahead, and the sand waved good-bye.
I held your hand, and I didn't want to cry.
Let the poor man count his blessings,
Let the rich man fall on his knees.
Let us all forget pretending,
And remember how to breathe.
Tomorrow, I can promise you,
The sun will rise in the east.
What comes after that,
I don't know in the least.
The rain stood still for a moment, then it turned and went back to the sky.
The moon grew three sizes, and danced with the tide.
The road stretch out ahead, and the sand waved good-bye.
I held your hand, and I watched a chance pass by.
The rain stood still for a moment, then it turned and went back to the sky.
The moon grew three sizes, and danced with the tide.
The road stretch out ahead, and the sand waved good-bye.
I held your hand and submitted to the ride.
Snowball fights in December, bonfires in June.
I want to remember why I forgot so soon.
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One beautiful day in August, my wonderful friend Abby and I sat on my porch and sang songs. Here are the results.
*There MAY be bonus tracks when you download...
Videos from Porch Session on YouTube!
All songs written by Rachel Ziolkowski.
released September 2, 2012
