And every song that comes to mind suddenly begins to speak to me like it never has before.
This one's called cable car.
And yes, I want to sing all of them one day and upload them on youtube.
I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through,
that everyone I knew was waiting on a cue(queue),
to turn and run when all I needed was the truth.
But that's how it's got to be.
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy.
I rather run the other way than stay and see,
the smoke and who's still standing when it clears.
Everyone knows I'm in over my head,
over my head.
Eight seconds left in overtime,
she's on your mind, she's on your mind.
Let's rearrange,
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage,
just say that we agree and then never change,
Soften a bit until we all just get along.
But that's disregard,
find another friend as you discard,
as you lose the argument in the cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between.
And suddenly,
I become a part of your past,
I become a part that don't last.
I'm losing you and it's effortless.
Without a sound, we lose sight of the ground in the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go until we torch it ourselves.
Everyone knows I'm in over my head,
over my head
Eight seconds left in overtime, she's on your mind
she's on my mind.
Sigh.
Damn you Isaac Slade.
But.
God can find a way right?
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Cabaret - Wednesday, May 16, 2012 @ 9:55 PM
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Cabaret - Wednesday, May 16, 2012 @ 9:55 PM
And every song that comes to mind suddenly begins to speak to me like it never has before.
This one's called cable car. And yes, I want to sing all of them one day and upload them on youtube. I never knew I never knew that everything was falling through, that everyone I knew was waiting on a cue(queue), to turn and run when all I needed was the truth. But that's how it's got to be. It's coming down to nothing more than apathy. I rather run the other way than stay and see, the smoke and who's still standing when it clears. Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head. Eight seconds left in overtime, she's on your mind, she's on your mind. Let's rearrange, I wish you were a stranger I could disengage, just say that we agree and then never change, Soften a bit until we all just get along. But that's disregard, find another friend as you discard, as you lose the argument in the cable car Hanging above as the canyon comes between. And suddenly, I become a part of your past, I become a part that don't last. I'm losing you and it's effortless. Without a sound, we lose sight of the ground in the throw around Never thought that you wanted to bring it down I won't let it go until we torch it ourselves. Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head Eight seconds left in overtime, she's on your mind she's on my mind. Sigh. Damn you Isaac Slade. But. God can find a way right? |
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