Lyrics
Dirty Feet
Molletone
Running On
Sick
How can everything I see
Remind me of this great emotion?
Every little word you say
Penetrates my every notion
And I don’t even want to know
What other people think about you
As I would call you every day
I wouldn’t stand it being without you
How you made me laugh with things
That otherwise I’d find idiotic
As I have lost my heart to you
You made my mind feel so chaotic
But I can’t keep you here with me
Who could cope with your ambition
to try out just everything
between reality and fiction?
And when we woke up in your room
I knew it couldn’t last forever
Those sunshine days we used to talk
Now you drive without me in bad weather
In everything you threw away
There’s beauty that I’ll save like treasure
The world’s not built around your head
There are things you can never measure
In all the things you threw away
There’s beauty that I’ll save like treasure
The world’s not built around your head
You just don’t seem to understand
And if I love the sea
It’s because it was there
When you first talked to me
You had salt in your hair
Rubbing clean every floor
Painting walls in the old school
Singing Nina Simone
God! I stared like a fool
Talking like a cartoon
Drinking martini and beer
On the beach by the moon
I wish your ass was still here
You could be Juliet’s niece
In your grandmother’s dress
Left your Romeo’s one piece
In a bittersweet mess
Could I ever want less?
So we're made
we surround and prey on
and then wait too many years
don't I know...
we're intuitive you say
well anyway
it's a tale of woe
on to rain...
and it's hopeful to decide
in spite of being in the worst state of mind
it takes me all day to just describe it
too clear to run on
on this silence
too clear to run undecided
when you left running on
so I run through and crawl
soon we'll make it all the way
or just decide to stay in the woods
and throw it all away
Well I’m not made of sand
D’you think that’s important?
To be lost in bed
To be a fake disorder
“Still it hurts”, I said
Fortunate's a welcome
In your loving arms
I could count all stars
And I think in all there's an end
I'm happy in this bed
“Climb there... up...” she said
“begin there...”
If it was yesterday I’d open up a hole up here
closing it today
But I won’t play
so tired of giving in you and taking all this air
I’m so full of it; I don’t need more
I know I’m hit; it’s been done before
