lyrics
Summer skies, and waiting.
I've got thorns, and a bouquet of weeds.
I always heard her voice,
the two weeks we tried to meet.
We're trying to meet.
I caught her staring at me,
Brown eyes, gleaming.
And when I'm running to her,
(She says) "Turn around, and walk quieter."
Her lips look so sweet,
and my smiles are always pale.
I see her turn in the breeze,
and my words to her are stale,
they're always stale.
I caught her staring at me,
Brown eyes, gleaming.
And when I'm running to her,
(She says) "Turn around, and walk quieter."
You get so quiet sometimes,
like when wrote those words written on my hands.
And when that string fell off your wrist,
and you asked me to tie it again.
I tied it again.
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Shelter,
released August 23, 2011
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