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From Here (2014)

 

I’ll sing it from the mountaintops

without leaving bed

I like to think those canyon walls

can feel me echo from here

it is the saddest part

to wait for the rain

in a windowless room

 

I’ll tell you of

my other love

on wings in “the great, wide somewhere”

once we were the same

a face without a name or melody

now we go north and south

with no turn signs

 

I keep telling my friends

they’ve got time

they should spend it on themselves

and go out in the fields

like the wind does

get the hell out of here

while you can

 

I’ll tell you of

my other love

amiss in this "great, wide somewhere”

only if you knew

the things that she could do

in Neverland

I meet here there in dreams

to say goodbye

 

so I keep telling my friends

they’ve got time

they should spend it on themselves

and go out in the storm

before sunset

inhale as much air

as you can stand

 

I’ll sing it from the mountaintops

without leaving bed

I like to think those canyon walls

can feel me echo from here

it is the saddest part

to wait for the rain

in a windowless room

 

I keep telling myself

“you’ve got time

you can change it if you try”

but the last of my paper thin skin

is stuck in the sheets like sand

you get the hell out of here

if you can