When I am leaving will I think of me and you?
When I am grieving from the loss of what I knew within my comfort zone,
which was long and wide through and through
but with cracks on the sides of its rooms.
And in the nighttime we are left to be afraid.
When is the right time to look back on what we made and say how lovely?
I'd be sorry for what we'd lose,
but I don't know what to do.
And if the days were made of lullabies I'd sing them all to you,
with you perched upon the amplifier hummin' with the tunes.
And I know we both feel worried and we don't know what to do,
but lets talk of all the times we've had and honey we'll push on through.
The one question I'd ask you of,
is honey what would you do for love?
I'd like to know you but we wouldn't get along.
I'd like to show you in the verses of this song why it's all useless,
but many times i've tried to explain
and it only ends in pain.
Can we go sailing captain on the distant waves?
Just let the anchor snap and drift so far away from all we're conscious of?
Once we've emaciated through,
there will be nothing left to choose.
But I believe I'd see the light sometime come shining from recluse,
paint my face exquisite gold and rise me with a tune.
And I'd tell something so high above "I've nothing left to lose."
Tell him how the anchor snapped and I felt no more abuse.
And the stranger from high above
would say "what would you do for love?"
from rain sounds
released June 15, 2015
prod. nate thompson
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