bad news, i'm done
hidin out, on the lam, shielded from the sun
heard it all, heard it all before
can you please deliver it to someone else's door?
pioneer, cowboy, show me how your west
stands alone and holds it's own and beats it's mighty chest
on the land we raised
here i stand, taller than i'm brave
dream
your eyes are open
sleep
your eyes are closin
the rhythm of your name comes to me like cannonballs
that shoot the moth to flame
burned my hand, burned it on your stove
couldn't learn, wouldn't learn to leave that flame alone
dream
your eyes are open
sleep
your eyes are closin
you remind me of a girl i knew when i was fine
she would fight to show herself but couldn't keep alive
sing a song, sing along in time
the words are wrong, but we will find that rhyme
Stumbling upon Tiny Ruins felt like when I first stumbled upon Leonard Cohen in my late teens. The lyrics, the music, the voice come together in a unique melancholic and tender delivery. Loving it! that.bowl.of.petunias