What would happen if I flew to San Francisco? Wouldn't make much sense from the outside looking in Coming around again All the answers, far too many
Restless to begin, a wave comes crashing in The band on stage is tuning, jacarandas are blooming Your face sketched in my dreams puts my mind at ease
I try but I can't seem to get myself To think of anything but you Your breath on my face, your warm gentle kiss I taste the truth, I taste the truth
I could handle your tortured heart Even piece it together whenever you ripped it apart But I can never be that kind of girl who absorbs that kind of suffering
She likes chocolate in the morning She drinks her coffee late at night You can sense that she is guarded But that's alright She'll fall asleep while
Could I close the door behind me and lock myself outside alone? Could somebody please remind me why this bird still hasn't still flown To a treetop on
All good things All good things All good things Not sure where to go, everybody I know Says I'm too forgiving And now that I'm wrong I don't wanna move
It's a take-out weekend It's a fake-out smile and pretend If nobody sees you cry You can say it was raining outside And all that you want is a few days
These are the thoughts that keep me up at night Asleep with you, dull dog bark and no bite In love with a fool feasting for my eyes Fern Dell, Fern Dell
I was a bay tree quiet and unseen I lived in stories but inside I kept a mystery I was a starling, nobody?s darling Flying in perfect circles just for
Last night, I saw you the first time since we broke up I tell you baby it all came back to me When I looked into your eyes there was something more That
You did everything I asked you not to Look where it got you I'm sure you heard it before But how could you? And baby, why would you? Goodbye sweetheart
An unexpected phone call in an open afternoon I knew I'd love to get to know you But I thought it was too soon Deep in conversation I discovered so much
(M.Moore/J.Renald) I thought you loved me too much Sorry, my mistake And to think I gave you all I had to give For a ?see you round? and ?thanks for
I'm not ready to confront I'd rather cement my words this way This could be the easy road out But I'm just not all that happy So I'm writing all this
(M.Moore/J.Renald) Where do I go from here? I?m feeling a little hollow You got any old ideas You?re not using? I?ll bring ?em right back I guess it
I'm a long way off but still around Sitting on the couch, I'm watching you And if I take my time, all the others give in And you feel like you're standing
Drove to your house in the hills Where I wanted to be The lights were all on and I knew You were waiting for me And that road became familiar Like the