small things.

the earth is nothing but soil beneath me,
and i feel so light and tingly
when the wind comes through my window in the morning,
and rescues me from sleep.

those around us will say, "they are crazy"
and we are crazy, the way we try.
keep on dreaming.

the earth is nothing but a rock turning
in a far off night.
and i can get so light and tingly,
when the wind comes through my window in the morning,
and rescues me from this fight,
dreaming.

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oh, away with this shame.
i see a great wall of flame
coming to eat me today,
it's going to burn me away
into a pile of ashes,
but i have to ask,
will you marry me?
even though my ship is sinking.

oh, and is it wrong,
that i sing these songs?
i understand i'm not the perfect kind of man
for the perfect girl like you.
but what did you expect me to do?
can't you see that i'm in love with you?

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the leaves will turn and fall on the garden.
and the faces of summer will fade from my mind.
i'll put these photographs up in my bedroom.
so i won't lose track of time.

the lion that lives in my chest is growing.
some day soon he'll show his mane.
and the tiger in my head, he is sleeping.
i thought he would drive me insane,
but i'm still here.

here's the come back i've been speaking of.
and i'm in it on my own.
this come back kicks, i'll make it stick,
so i won't fade out all alone.
i'm here to stay.

colder winds come in my doorways,
but i don't shut them out.
and older things come back to haunt me now,
the stories that i can't go on without.

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the water is cold, and the air is cold,
and it's raining hard.
it's five in the morning, and that's when we decide to swim.
we go in off her dock.
in this cold night, that's when i find light.
nothing is anything compared to her.
this i know for sure.