Release Date November 1st. 2002 |
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The Lyrics Polite Conversation I wake up naked and I'm dripping out of bed, but I can't get out the door. Stumbling tripping over everything I've said raising bruises by the score. Alice in Wonderland never had anything on you, a new illusion in the bottle in her hand making me smaller than the fool. There's a little bitty moment between dust and ascension. Hey batter batter are we here today are we stinging are we swinging are we here to play take a chance and tell me are we here to stay or is this just polite parlor conversation. Let the Angels Go Let the angels go I knew I was high you whisper to me. Time now moves so slow, your touch a symphony. I knew I was right when you looked into my eyes. Here I am alone never should have let you go. Let the angels go Feeling the sky, and the air moves over my skin. There you are. I open the door and let you in Would I go would I fall would I hold on to it all? Black Box I love you so. Who will ever know, where did you go when brightness falls? Time is on my mind, giving me plans to align. Who will ever know, going to home to my soul, I remember it all. Life is on my side. Feeding my pride my mind into my head you are there. Try to imagine another way You fancy yourself controlling it all.
A little uncertainty We're back in the light again. Holding the fuse that ignites us when I'm feeling very strange. I feel like were now the same. My favorite words of yours are the whispers that never got offered me; a promise that all of our history could disappear. A thousand miles and you would carry me, but can you chance a little uncertainty? When I get down you got me covered. The wings of change rediscovered. We've got the butterflies of early lovers again.
You Need Me
Why Do I? A yellow field sways sideways awake a slow rain gives I watch the sun and the sun makes time, passing through. Why won't my feet just find their way, home to you. A traveler's blues fill a traveler's shoes when I've turned the wrong way - I've turned the wrong way. And if I would chose you forever, would I forever stay? A yellow field sways sideways awake a slow rain gives On an old sign and faded the words fines doubled, weather worn on the
road eroded and everywhere trouble. |
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