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Hey There, Darlin'
03:36
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Hey there, darlin', you've been quiet for a while
I can see all the fraying at the edges of your smile
You're allowed to have needs
Sometimes you'll get crushed to your knees
But when your skin breaks it still bleeds
And that means you're healing
Hey there, darlin', you can't seem to be alone
You drown the silence with loud guitars and scrolling on your phone
You're allowed to be still
You think you're too empty to fill
And it's true that no lover ever will
But I know how you're feeling
So you can put down your third cup of coffee
But I'll still be here if you drink it
And you can stop believing people need you to be strong
but I'll still be here if you think it
And most of all know you are beloved
And I will try to hold you tenderly
We're both on the path to being free
Of all the things we though we had to be
Hey there, darlin', bits of us are breaking through
A lifetime of discovery, each day a little closer to the truth
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2. |
No Oxygen
04:10
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I want you more than the sleepy shore longs for sunset
To touch your face would be a trip through space: no oxygen
But I will dream of you always
I will dream of you always
I will dream of you always
One day we will hardly speak; you'll move away
But even then I'll feel your skin, your heartbeat
And I will dream of you always
I will dream of you always
I will dream of you always
Every single dream is a nightmare
Eternally haunting my sleep
Because you're never really there
It's all an illusion that I'll never get to keep
To keep
And I will dream of you always
I will dream of you always
I will dream of you always
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3. |
Pleasantly Surprised
04:16
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Oh how pleasantly surprised to find
Gentle fingers and a quiet mind, oh
You shred the blueprints and now I'm inclined to know you
How is it that I never noticed
that the spaces in you have a 360 view
Windows to gardens of color
Beauty through every door
Wish I'd noticed before
Stacks of novels and a bag of clay
Candles flicker in the winter gray
You authored laughter and my exhales pray to know you
How is it that I never noticed
that the spaces in you have a 360 view
Windows to gardens of color
Beauty through every door
Wish I'd noticed before
Wish I'd noticed before
How is it that I never noticed
that the spaces in you have a 360 view
Windows to gardens of color
Beauty through every door
Wish I'd noticed before
Oh how pleasantly surprised to find
Gentle fingers and a quiet mind, oh
You shred the blueprints and now I'm inclined
I see the living space that you designed
Oh, I like the wonderland where you reside
Can I come inside?
Can I come inside?
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4. |
Alice
02:40
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It's a single step at a time 'til you're standing at the precipice
It's a single rabbit trail 'til you're staring into the abyss
It's a thousand mile fall of curiousness
And it's you
The hole I'm falling into
It's a single sip at a time when you're having half a cup of tea
It's a single stroke when you're playing croquet with the queen
It's a giant bite that makes you too small to be seen
And it's you
The hole I'm falling into
Lost in the Tulgey Wood
Never do the things I tell myself I should
And it's you
The wonderland I run to
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5. |
The Aisle
02:15
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I've walked in many times and many places
Down crowded city sidewalks and northern country roads
But this one is the walk for which I've waited
'Cause you'll be walking with me everywhere I go
And now my daddy's arm is linked in mine
For you, my darling, I would walk the line
My feet have worn the soles right off these sneakers
They've carried me to painted skies above the sandy shore
But looking in your eyes I see the future
And nothing's ever looked so beautiful before
And I don't care so much about a big bouquet
I just wanna be with you until my dying day
They say it's not about the destination
It's all about the journey and usually that's true
But darling, you are my only exception
'Cause today this journey's leading me to you
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6. |
Caught Up on You
03:35
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It was a Tuesday when I noticed that your eyes are blue
Just a glimmer of the ocean in your face
And for the first time I really looked at you
Two friendly strangers, sharing the same space
Ooh, you shrugged at me like a little child
Ooh, you made me laugh with the way that you smiled
I'll admit the truth
I'm a little caught up on you
It's Sunday morning and the preacher's cracking jokes again
I halfway listen from a crowded wooden pew
We pray and I know I should be tuning in
Instead I'm somewhere else passing notes with you
Ooh, you shrugged at me like a little child
Ooh, you made me laugh with the way that you smiled
I'll admit the truth
I'm a little caught up on you
And maybe we could drink some coffee
Or something sometime when you're free
Ooh, you shrugged at me like a little child
Ooh, you made me laugh with the way that you smiled
I'll admit the truth
Oh, why should I hide the truth
I'm a little caught up on you
I'm just a little caught up on you
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7. |
Normal
04:38
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I have a tendency of living in my dreams
Kisses that taste just like ice cream
Walking city streets, you laughing at me
And I know that the things I pretend to feel
Make it hard to appreciate the real
I like holding hands and ordinary everyday romance
Forget the tie, I like keeping things informal
Good jokes, local beer
I thought I might feel magic with you here
I never thought things would just feel normal
You think before you say the thoughtful things you say
Here I am, throwing my words away
I'm so afraid of what's behind your eyes that never stray
And I feel like a picture turned black and white
Next to the color of the dreams I have at night
I like holding hands and ordinary everyday romance
Forget the tie, I like keeping things informal
Good jokes, local beer
I thought I might feel magic with you here
I never thought things would just feel normal
What if I'm one of those people who gets what I've always wished for
Just to realize I don't want it anymore?
I like holding hands and ordinary everyday romance
Forget the tie, I like keeping things informal
Good jokes, local beer
I thought I might feel magic with you here
I never thought things would just feel normal
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8. |
A Little Lost
04:34
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I'm five years old and it's Sunday morning
I'm talking to you while you put your makeup on
And every time I ask you laugh
And spread blush across my cheeks
I'm seven now and it's mid-October
We're in the corn maze as the world grows colder
Muddy boots and paper maps
To find our way back to the car
And somewhere there's a destination
But I'm still in deliberation
Rand McNally doesn't have an 'X' that marks the spot
And I could use a navigator
But I'll just have to wait 'til later
You could do what compasses cannot
And I know you taught me how to read a map
But I'm still a little lost
At twelve years old we're in the yellow kitchen
I'm curled up in a wooden chair; you stand and listen
We spread the homemade Chex mix out to cool
And you laugh at all my jokes
And somewhere there's a destination
But I'm still in deliberation
Rand McNally doesn't have an 'X' that marks the spot
And I could use a navigator
But I'll just have to wait 'til later
You could do what compasses cannot
And I know you taught me how to read a map
But I'm still a little lost
And I wish I had a note
Of directions that you wrote
I could use some clarity right now
So could you give me a sign?
Cuz I'm stuck in between these lines
And I know you could help me out somehow
I'm twenty now and I'm off at college
Trying to figure out friends and sleep and knowledge
And some boy that I've been chasing since last year
Wish I could call you on the phone
And somewhere there's a destination
But I'm still in deliberation
Rand McNally doesn't have an 'X' that marks the spot
And I could use a navigator
But I'll just have to wait 'til later
You could do what compasses cannot
And I know you taught me how to read a map
But life nowadays is more complicated than that
And I'm still a little lost
credits
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9. |
What a Pity
04:35
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23 is tragic but I almost caught the magic
Believed anything could blow in with the Friday air
Eating all alone when all my friends came home then
He followed them in and pulled up a chair
Ordinary plot twist, showing us his playlists
Folklore by Taylor Swift and that song about the piano
I listen with my eyes close, I know friends know, I say
"Come back for breakfast" 'cause I don't want him to go
And I thought I fell in love at my kitchen table
With a stranger from the city
But he's got someone else, no label
What a pity that he smiles that way
Sweatpants and pancakes, British soccer games
Guessing peoples' middle names, he helps wash the dishes
Then he drives away and I hide in a book all day
Reading him in ever page, making quiet wishes
Because I thought I fell in love at my kitchen table
With a stranger from the city
But he's got someone else, no label
What a pity that he smiles that way
And I will hold on to the idea
That magic can just walk through my front door
And I will start listening to stories
That I dismissed as nonsense before
They're not nonsense anymore
And I thought I fell in love at my kitchen table
With a stranger from the city
But he's got someone else, no label
What a pity that he smiles that way
What a pity that he smiles that way
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10. |
Becoming More
04:18
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Raindrops on November leaves
The sodden sky, it gently grieves
For all the nights when darkness comes too soon
Winds of change that carry frost
It's easy to feel what is lost
Beneath the pale complexion of the moon
Another season drawing to a close
Even as your world expands and life within you grows
I hope the winter treats you well
And that the snow falls like an all enchanting spell
May it be magical, this sweet becoming more
Than you imagined before
Colors of November sky
Misty as a lullaby
To sing Earth Mother into winter rest
Leafy blankets on the ground
Cover her in sleep so sound
And ripple with the rising of her chest
As orange and gold descend to shades of blue
You awaken to new colors in your field of view
I hope the winter treats you well
And that the snow falls like an all enchanting spell
May it be magical, this sweet becoming more
Than you imagined before
I hope the winter treats you well
And that the snow falls like an all enchanting spell
May it be magical, this sweet becoming more
Than you imagined before
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Randy Craig Holland, Michigan
Slightly obsessed with antique books, cold-brew coffee and steel guitars. Looking to be taken seriously but usually kidding around.
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