Lyric Space-dye Vest
- kevin moore
Falling through pages of martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
Love in a space-dye vest
Love is an act of blood and i m bleeding
A pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start
"but he s the sort who can t know
Anyone intimately, least of all a
Woman. he doesn t know what a woman
Is. he wants you for a possession,
Something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display. he doesn t want you to be real,
Or to think or to live. he doesn t love you, but i love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms. it s our last chance... it s our last chance..."
Now that you re gone i m trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl i think we can make it
As long as she stays on the page
This is not how i want it to end
And i ll never be open again
"...i was gonna move out...ummm...get,
Get a job, get my own place, ummm,
But... i go into the mall where i
Want to work and they tell me, i m,
I was too young..."
"some people, gave advice before,
About facing the facts, about
Facing reality. and this is, this
Without a doubt, is his biggest
Challenge ever. he s going to have to face it.
You re gonna have to try, he s gonna to have to try and,
Uh, and, and, and get some help here. i mean no one can
Say they know how he feels."
"that, so they say that, in ya know
Like, houston or something, you d
Say it s a hundred and eighty degrees,
But it s a dry heat
. in houston they say that?
Oh, maybe not. i m all mixed up.
Dry until they hit the swimming pool."
"...i get up with the sun... listen.
You have your own room to sleep in,
I don t care what you do. i don t
Care when. that door gets locked,
That door gets locked at night by nine o clock.
If you re not in this house by nine o clock, then you d better find some
Place to sleep. because you re not going to be a bum in this house.
Supper is ready..."
There s no one to take my blame
If they wanted to
There s nothing to keep me sane
And it s all the same to you
There s nowhere to set my aim
So i m everywhere
Never come near me again
Do you really think i need you
I ll never be open again, i could never be open again.
I ll never be open again, i could never be open again.
And i ll smile and i ll learn to pretend
And i ll never be open again
And i ll have no more dreams to defend
And i ll never be open again
Falling through pages of martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
Love in a space-dye vest
Love is an act of blood and i m bleeding
A pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start
"but he s the sort who can t know
Anyone intimately, least of all a
Woman. he doesn t know what a woman
Is. he wants you for a possession,
Something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display. he doesn t want you to be real,
Or to think or to live. he doesn t love you, but i love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms. it s our last chance... it s our last chance..."
Now that you re gone i m trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl i think we can make it
As long as she stays on the page
This is not how i want it to end
And i ll never be open again
"...i was gonna move out...ummm...get,
Get a job, get my own place, ummm,
But... i go into the mall where i
Want to work and they tell me, i m,
I was too young..."
"some people, gave advice before,
About facing the facts, about
Facing reality. and this is, this
Without a doubt, is his biggest
Challenge ever. he s going to have to face it.
You re gonna have to try, he s gonna to have to try and,
Uh, and, and, and get some help here. i mean no one can
Say they know how he feels."
"that, so they say that, in ya know
Like, houston or something, you d
Say it s a hundred and eighty degrees,
But it s a dry heat
. in houston they say that?
Oh, maybe not. i m all mixed up.
Dry until they hit the swimming pool."
"...i get up with the sun... listen.
You have your own room to sleep in,
I don t care what you do. i don t
Care when. that door gets locked,
That door gets locked at night by nine o clock.
If you re not in this house by nine o clock, then you d better find some
Place to sleep. because you re not going to be a bum in this house.
Supper is ready..."
There s no one to take my blame
If they wanted to
There s nothing to keep me sane
And it s all the same to you
There s nowhere to set my aim
So i m everywhere
Never come near me again
Do you really think i need you
I ll never be open again, i could never be open again.
I ll never be open again, i could never be open again.
And i ll smile and i ll learn to pretend
And i ll never be open again
And i ll have no more dreams to defend
And i ll never be open again
