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when we were kissing under your umbrella...
in another country, where grey loomed among us,
tears so lonely and isolated and a-lingering...
so perfect yet out of place on your cheek.
the back stairwell and a kiss,
standing there where no-one else ever had:
wet lips...
and someone is standing at the edge of a dark grey river,
and theyre throwing in coins.
and someone is starting to row across
from much too far away.

deal goes through

if the time comes down that you and i cant be together anymore,
i want you to keep my watch and ring.
and if things go down in such a way that you dont want to stay,
promise me youre still gonna sing.

sing, promise me youll sing

and if the deal goes though, that you dont want daddy with you-
if you make me say good night.
and if after the storm, you realize you dont want these arms-
you got to maintain the fight for the truth, cause girl its in you.

theres nothing i can do,
cause girl its in you

fade, vixen

mom- dont wait for me.
im'a be late, just take a taxi.
im at work and im thinking of you,
you know how it is- there aint nothing i can do.

all the girls know im a prick.
youre the only one i never had a fight with.
except for you all the other girls threw a fit.
i dont know how we always seem to manage it.

dont play cause i really want to be there.
we both know how things aint always fair.
put down the phone but youre still on my mind,
i wonder if you know i think about you all the time.

barcelona

i love your top,
your pants are decent.
heart-shaped thoughts all new and recent.
devoted like the candles praying,
all these things that im not saying.
and waiting like a quiet pony,
all the love you havent shown me.
meandering the streets like grown-ups-
you and me in barcelona.

it rained but now the streets are drying.
we cant find the church for trying.
i hear you call my name in humor.
how come we did not meet sooner?
pointing out the spanish fellas,
you just tryin to make me jealous.
meandering the streets like grown-ups-
you and me in barcelona.

out in the meadow

i feel the love (from out in the meadow)
its a midnight sultry situation.
feeling good as i want- in my easy chair.
following the green flag of the prophet.

when you go too far, you start out by just leaning.
girlfriend have mercy on this nation of feeling.

i feel the love (from out in the meadow)
its a midnight sultry situation.
feeling good as i want- in my easy chair.
following the green flag of the prophet.

go on- its true.
you saw me and i saw you.
go on- its true,
you saw me and i saw you.

capsize

the croquet moon and her twinkling threads and twinkling friends-
anymore wont coming over again.

what you would say to a child- 'what a joy you are to me'
what you would say to your mother- 'ill be with you presently'
what you say when its mild- 'i love the weather'
what i feel when you smile- aint nothing better.

sillage

remember that night in the middle of the road with the car turned off and the night on our skin?
and your smile so quaint in the dashboard glow, in the quiet and the dark in the middle of the road.

remember that night in the middle of the road with the car turned off and the night on our skin?
and your smile so quaint in the dashboard glow, in the quiet and the dark in the middle of the road.

if it starts to rain

loves gotta be real, not sentimental.
its gotta run deep and be strong, not ornamental.
its gotta be more than words and have good taste-
youre about to make a mistake, mom...
one i cant keep you from.
dont touch me now.

if it starts to rain,
ill stop in houston.
if the rain holds off,
ill go till memphis-
and stay a couple of days,
a couple of days.
and stay a couple of days.

if it starts to rain,
ill stop in houston.
if the rain holds off,
ill go till memphis-
and stay a couple of days,
a couple of days.
stay a couple of days...

taking the back way, not meeting their eyes-
angry with boots on, thats your boy.
moving to a whole new level.
but now ive got a whole new devil.
this morning im gonna lay my axe down.

if it starts to rain,
ill stop in houston.
if the rain holds off,
ill go till memphis-
and stay a couple of days,
a couple of days.
and stay a couple of days.

ima go down and meet my squaw.

the towel

all of the nights,
all of the driving.
all of the things that were taken from me.
all that i gave, all i was given.
all of the things that i wanted to be.
but i never could be patient,
or see the right choice and make it.
so setting aside expectations,
i threw the towel in.

but i never could be patient,
or see the right choice and make it.
so setting aside expectations,
i threw the towel in.

but i never could be patient,
or see the right choice and make it.
so setting aside expectations,
i threw the towel in