Lyrics

Laundry

 

Sing it out and I will tell you a story

Sing it out and I will tell you a lie

Wring it out between your hands just like the laundry

Ringin' out, the bells appeal to the sky

 

And if it were up to me, I'm sure that you'd agree

If it's a blessing you give, then a blessing you'll be

And all you want, all you could ever need is just to...

 

Sing it out...

 

And if it were up to you, you'd know just what to do

You could turn these brown eyes blue, and green,

Well that's the color of you and me, color of everything...

 

Sing it out...       

 

 

North South East West       

 

I can feel you in the room

North South East West

I can feel you when you move

You're the one that I know best

Yes, I'm not afraid to want

The heart right out of your chest

 

I'm not

 

I could tell right when we met

This one's special

And I bet

You'll be unavailable

Still I'm not afraid to want

What I can get

 

I'm not

 

You take the wheel

I'll drop my hands

Come make me feel

 

The way your voice fills a room

And takes the air

It's really all I can do

To sit and stare

The way you fill me to the brim

That's just not fair

 

It's not

 

 

She / His / Them

 

You move like a snake and I wanna follow

You move like a snake and I wanna follow

Down to the ground

Down to where it is lost or found

You move like a snake and I wanna follow

 

See I've been feeling mean since I saw ya

I've been feeling mean since I saw ya

The apple fell

I picked it up and said oh what the hell

I've been feeling mean since I saw ya         

 

 

Mountains       

 

You'd seen the green water one too many times

You were a year older, scared like a child

A hurricane chased the sea

You were so mean to me

 

I was going to show you

Something that moves with the moon

I asked you one to ten

I let you down again

 

I've just been there so many times

The mountains made us angry

The mountains made us fight

 

And you're always taking the shine out of me

With an upturned lip and a quiet laugh

I can hear you through the wall

Shaking your head

 

But tell me, how am I supposed to get it right

When you won't look me in the eye

A sly comment didn't fix it, did it?

We could get it right, or just get by

 

I've just been there so many times

The mountains made us angry

The mountains made us fight

 

 

Story

 

You lift your head, say come on dear

I'm still in bed, and I wanna stay here

You've been awake, you've been rambling

I close my eyes, that's just the state I'm in

 

And I don't know the story I'm gonna tell

I don't know the story yet

 

You've been away but you'll be back soon

You left a space here in this room 

That I held on to

While you were gone, and

 

I don't know the story

I don't know the story I'm gonna tell

About this

 

I don't know the story

I don't know the story I'm gonna tell

About this

 

 

That Kind

 

I knew they wouldn't understand

The way the drink just fell from my hand

So I just watched it hit the floor

And then you walked on in the door

 

I've had enough to drown a man

Spun in circles like that overhead fan

Still, you couldn't knock me down if you tried

But you don't look to be that kind

 

That kind, always lookin' for a fight

That kind, don't know his wrong from his right

And now you couldn't knock me down if you tried

But you don't look to be that kind

 

They're watching me and I can tell

They think that I am in my own personal hell

But this is honestly the best part

It's over, and now I can start

 

It's that kind of change that wracks you right through

It's that kind of starting over brand new

And now you couldn't knock me down if you tried

But you don't look to be that kind

No, you don't look to be that kind

 

 

Walnuts

 

Walnuts split easy between my teeth

Soft and yielding against my tongue

Birds come closer, scent of basil too

Rising up two stories to meet me in my room

 

My friends tell me it'll be alright

And I believe them, I believe them tonight

It's all so simple, it's all so clean

I can let things be imperfect, and holy

 

I got tired of

Searching the skies above

 

I got tired of

Holding back my love