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her heartbeat pressed against my feet
it beats and sings a pretty song
so delicate i’m unprepared
and scared of coming on too strong
but then she takes my hand
kisses my heart
suddenly i’m gone
we’re not alone and
I’m just happy that you’re here
see i was scared for most my teenage years
i’d sink and fade away
i couldn’t find myself
was lost in hell
and didn’t know the way
then hope returned to me
and took me in
i found the pot of gold
and now i walk along
the glowing path
of galatea’s bow
i’m all prepared
and i’m all set
for the unexpected trek
the purple train has left
where i’m making my bed
past the overgrown gardens
of the castles on the hill
the blue flower that i pick
next to the rosy mill
so gently
not worried
that people
don’t get me
i’ll be me and
you’ll be you
we’ll both wonder bout the truth
her heartbeat pressed against my feet
it beats and sings a pretty song
so delicate i’m unprepared
and scared that i still don’t belong
but then she takes my hand
kisses my heart
suddenly i’m here
we’re not alone and
i’m just happy
that you’re near
we’re not alone and
i’m just happy
that you’re near
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i’m the luckiest girl in the world
me and her getting visits from the
hummingbirds
got all I need and I got it right here
she count to 3 and I fall to my knees
i’m the luckiest girl in the world
already won cus i found the damn pearl
got all my books and my paints and my trees
take my water
freedom is free
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When I Get To The Left
03:42
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I look at the candy cotton skies
And I worry bout time
Passing me by
How much will I have left
When I get to the left
Or should I go right
I’m not too sure anymore
How did this feeling escape me so fast
At the blink of an eye
It just disappeared
And now I’m back to being worried bout time
I wish that I could disappear sometimes
I wish that I could be on top of the world sometimes
Which one will it be
Which one should it be
I know it’s a privilege that I’m sitting here making my music
But boy it gets so hard to carry
When you don’t know how to use it
I look at the candy cotton skies
And I worry bout time
How it passes me by
How it passes me by
I look at the candy cotton skies
And I worry bout time
How it passes me by
I couldn’t escape it
I don’t know if I’ll make it
All I know is that I know nothing
I know nothing I know nothing nothing nothing
Nothing and nothing more
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Invisible Audience
05:16
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close your eyes
count to ten
take a breath
let’s begin
the pretend (3x)
i’m okay
i’m alright
i’m okay
i’m alright
wouldn’t know what to say
otherwise
don’t let anyone in
as long as i don’t let anyone in (2x)
keep my mask on
and my blinds drawn
no one will see the tears i shed
when i place my head down
in the night
it’ll be okay
it’ll be alright
no matter what you do
don’t look into my eyes
they are watching
they see all
they take the space
between sanity and me
so i kiss fear on its cheek
just like that it walks away from me
tail between his legs
tail between his legs
they are listening
they hear all
they take the space
between sanity and me
so i count stars one by one
never stopped until i saw the sun
shining on my face
and this time it stayed
and it’s your embrace
helping heal my pain
and it’s your embrace
helping heal my pain
pretend (4x)
everyone playing pretend
i don’t wanna pretend no more
i wanna keep opening doors
as i walk hand in hand with you
there’s no need
to pretend
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