1. |
the only one
03:36
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felt like the only one
i was the only one
for your beating heart
my hands were at your feet
and you stood so neatly by
grazing the summer wheat
seventy feet high
felt like the only one
i was the only one
for your beating heart
i don't know what i said
but you blew it off with
a whisper of your breath
i felt like sand in a sieve
felt like the only one
i was the only one
for your beating heart
you tied me in a knot
and didn't say a thing
between you i was caught
was i just pretending
felt like the only one
i was the only one
for your beating heart
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2. |
bleary eyes
03:15
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i awoke
bleary eyed
saw the light
outside
will you
be there
will you
be there
saw the sun
and i wanted to
run away
come out
another day
i'm too sad for this weather
can't seem to make it better
bleary eyes
bleary eyed and all
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3. |
national geographic girl
04:12
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you told me
you just wanted to be
free
you grew up
in the midwest
so you climbed the trees
at night
just to rest
everyone thought
you were my mother
the clouds above you
hover with rain
you wrote poems on
papers
dressed up to escape
the world
i met you much later
national geographic girl
everyone thought
you were my mother
the clouds above you
hover with rain
you act like you're so sure
but you're still that girl
it's okay to not know
everything
a whole life is spent figuring
everyone thought
you were my mother
the clouds above you
hover with rain
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4. |
a fresh spring clover
03:03
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i felt so old
felt like my life was over
i was nineteen
a fresh spring clover
those times i spent
in that little room
my brain felt more
like a cacoon
till it burst
at the seams
i lived a dream
it seems
i was finally free
from the house
i'd wrapped
around my skull
i had shriveled
like a pickle
through thin
and thicker
i'd managed to survive
they say when you
lose your mind
your soul takes you over
a fresh spring clover
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5. |
under a river bed
02:30
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i think of all the hard things
and put them away
sometimes you've got to just
to feel okay
i'd love to be a person
but i feel like a root
growing under a river bed
hiding from you
everything is falling apart
as i wait in the dark
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6. |
the best (always)
03:54
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i keep you in the back of my pocket
see you in the corner of my socket
i hold you like a silver plated locket
on a chain hanging from my neck
you were always the best
a foretelling of vanilla skies
that's what i saw in your eyes
so much for someone who doesn't try
****
i'll step into the bottom of the ocean
be devoured by the waves
the water's cold in november
in the dark it's all the same
this has nothing to do
with you
you're the only thing
that's true
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