| Say when you called me that night
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| to tell me that things
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| they weren’t goin’alright with your boyfriend
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| was it me or did you just need somebody to talk to Say is it you or the fact that I can’t be near you
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| that keeps you in the front of my mind
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| when your breath is the last thing that you say
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| when your voice goes away
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| and a breath is the last thing that you say
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| But the warmth of your lips on my fingertips won’t go away
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| when I drop my head in my hands and play
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| the memory of that might in L.A.
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| again and again and again
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| because I can’t think straight and I can’t sleep late
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| the few times we shared I try to recreate
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| I know this is wrong better stop this talk
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| cause grass can grow up through a crack in the sidewalk
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| and what I see when I look in your eyes
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| grass that’s truly greenest sprouting inside
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| I wasn’t even looking when I realized
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| that you had the vibe that was my fertilizer
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| thought love in this world was dead and buried and gone
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| how could I be so cynical when I was so young
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| you hit me in the chest like and 808 boom
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| I found love is the shit that makes life bloom!
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| Love is the shit that makes life bloom
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| and you never know when you might step in it!
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| love is the shit that makes life bloom
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| and you never know when you might…
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| But fate is like a pigeon that follows me around
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| sometimes he flies ahead and he brings me what he found
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| then he’ll drop it on my head leave me numb
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| from the brain down
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| that’s the way it was when I walked upon your ground
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| The irrepressible and impermissable
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| are the two things that have made my life miserable
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| 'cause spirits don’t leave if you don’t talk about 'em
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| and memories come back when you don’t think aabout 'em
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| I wish I had an ocean of some magic potion
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| I’d trade all this emotion for a few moments of motion
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| I’ve never felt this way some things can’t be rehearsed
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| now I’m grindin’up my gearbox tryin’to find reverse
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| because…
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| (bridge)
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| But I want to keep on walkin'
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| Right through
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| And let this fellin’rock me ooh-oooh!
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| ya know fallin’in love is like easing into a hot tub.
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| it feels good on your feet but by the time you
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| get to your mid section you know your either
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| gonna get all the way in or all the way out!
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| But music brings me comfort in this grieving hour
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| the Sade tape tells me it’s all over for now
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| I listen read hard but don’t dare play it loud
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| 'cause I don’t wanna think what you might be doin’now
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| sometimes it feels like a bad initiation but you
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| woke my hear from a long hibernation
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| you were worth every risk so I gave my hear room
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| and now I’m deep in the doo-doo
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| that makes life bloom
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| because…
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| (bridge)
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| See the flowers bloomin’in the springtime
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| see the bees zoomin’in the sunshine |