Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woman (reading), artist - La Dispute. Album song Rooms of the House, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Record label: Big Scary Monsters
Song language: English
Woman (reading) |
You in the living room |
You on a Tuesday afternoon |
A breeze seen when the curtains move |
You by the window with both feet up on the couch |
Where you sit and you read and I watch you |
From the office the sunlight frames your silhouette |
I think of lighting fireworks, I think of pirouettes |
I idly write down observations on the scene |
Like do the blueprints name the rooms alone? |
Do we name them on our own? |
We hardly live in there |
You with a book propped on your knees |
A breeze seen in your coffee steam |
I’m in the office thinking back to rules of poetry |
It’s fourteen lines, the last two rhyme, what does pentameter mean? |
You in the living room |
Legs bent at forty-five degrees |
I write AB AB, try to find your rhyme scheme |
I look for objects on the desk with which to sculpt your image best |
What would I name this could I paint it |
«Woman (reading)?""Girl (at rest)?» |
I remember it so well watching you shifting your weight, |
turning the page, I can see it all there |
Inside a living room where only I live and never go in |
A role in name alone |
And I pause where I am for a second when I hear your name |
Sometimes I think I see your face in improbable places |
Do those moments replay for you? |
When I’m suddenly there and then won’t go away |
When you’re sitting in the living room reading for the afternoon |
Do you put your book down look and try to find me there? |
Sometimes I think of all the people who lived here before us How the spaces in the memories you make change |
the room from just blueprints |
To the place where you live |
When you leave here |
When you go from a home |
You take all that you own but the memories echo |
On hardwood floor in the living room |
Tore the carpet the scratches below that we found |
And the wine stain on the couch |
We got drunk and decided we’d still try to move it around |
And I can’t tell what the difference is between the |
ones that we made and the ones that we didn’t make |
They all conjure images still |
Where you sit and you read in the sunlight aware that I watch |
And I live alone now |
Save for the echoes |
I live alone now |
Save for the echoes |