Where will I go all this time I never tried to wander Guess I never needed to worry Bout the road that's getting longer Oh I tried so hard to write a sad song But my pockets are full of treasure So I walk myself the long way home Let my fingers find forever Love is a sea of gold I cannot measure Oh yes I cannot count Love is treasure underground Oh wishing well Let your lovers climb The staircase of your spiral shell Been so long since I have let my tongue sing the song My feet find the way My love find today I'm moving on Oh where will I go all this time I never tried to wander Guess I never needed to worry Bout the road that's getting longer Oh I tried so hard to write a sad song But my pockets are full of treasure So I walk myself the long way home Let my fingers find forever Love is a sea of gold I Oh I tried to write a sad song But it's the shore meets the sand Waves holding hands, reborn Oh is the road getting longer Well it's my heart that's getting stronger So won't you take me for a ride Oh yes I tried so hard to write a sad song But my pockets are full of treasure So I walk myself the long way home Let my fingers find forever Love is a sea of gold I cannot measure
A pair of old, a sadness to everything that's found is new, and someone else's ticket saved for a time that you know. And did you see what happened here? Feel like the diamonds in a room. They were sleeping when you found them, made a castle of things that were new. And when you're free, take a walk around the building that you drew, and steal the person from a story that you think no-one's heard of. What happened here, oh did you feel? Don't think you knew how much you were.. just 'cause heads aren't perfect circles, and they slept while you woke. Wouldn't you like what happened here? As if you lost something you love.. look at pictures of the moonlight, and try to pick out a favourite. But did you know, like all the rest, we keep our memories in a safe? And all the inside is full of writing, like a ticket you saved.
I saw a couple at the station They were trying to say goodbye They reminded me of my family In the mornings at Christmas time But no matter how hard they pressed themselves together They still remained separate and untethered She was asking is this the closest we can get Do you know what I mean Have you ever known what I meant He said baby you know white light it's always hidden And everyone's just like a prism Even if it's never said out loud You know it's true And I was sitting across from a man on the train As I listened to a song I felt alone Someone was singing to me about the futility Of a synonym inside a snowglobe And he looked up at me over his glasses I'd never been so sure of kindness He said do you wanna know what I found out Even though it's always a translation We're reading from the exact same page And it's a crazy thought but you know it's true Mmmmm So I make my way down my street I swear it was a path I used to dread And now all the people I used to try and pass by unseen Now they kiss me on my forehead And the cornershop's front sign is dying So for one last night it is wise and winking With a glorious casino smile I walked on through its yawning doors And threw my thesaurus on the floor Saying wherever we are going I'm coming along And I ran out into the snowflakes laughing Both to myself and everyone
Don't you mistake cold for fear of warmth It's a contradiction and it's been drummed into a truth A window painted black, A secret, my inside Uneven floorboards hold me back A ticket's worth of tears When I would rather wait for a stranger Than a mistake made just for me And the warmth, it spills into my dreams A tidal wave tried to break the wall Of a paper world behind my skin Tell me why the lines in my two hands Hold different tales, and shroud me in These metaphors behind my skin Bend your neck towards a smile Just make sure it's all a restriction in the back of your mind Close enough to worry that you've stained the precious sky Oh strangers take me slowly A lost mistake, you'll look and say We made this just for you It's freezing cold And the warmth, it spills into my dreams A tidal wave tried to break the wall Of a paper world behind my skin Tell me why the lines in my two hands Hold different tales, and shroud me in These metaphors behind my skin
I was walking backwards through a foreign town, but I just closed my eyes 'cause she knew where I was going. And even if I'd touched her traffic and died she'd have whispered a language that I somehow can speak: "My dear, this is only whatever it means to be free." Oh, but don't you think that I'm getting so far? I've been trying to practice my smile in the dark. Oh and just for a while,you can feel it for miles. It's a curious art.. you know, I'd like to think - oh, I'd like to think about so many things... Oh and every time that you're talking to me, you know, I cannot help staring carefully at the words falling out from your accident mouth, they're a strange type of poetry I've never felt... but my god, this must be what it feels like to know yourself.
Her father, he doesn't keep still for too long, I feel him stumbling ahead, an open net to catch his thoughts. And her sister, her punchlines always hurt, everyone laughing as she says "I wanted the ground to swallow me up". And her brother, he stole some clothes when he was a boy, so he didn't have to feel anything through himself anymore. And their mother, she doesn't tell them when she's scared, instead she moves with an imaginary cloud above her head.
Well my fingertips up close look like the world from far away, and I'll make it so they always try to reach and rest against a kind of light. Well I've never seen a summer storm before, but I think it would make me change oh, my eyes. So call me out, my space is overgrown. And all our place can feel so long ago. Well sometimes I wish our throats didn't feel so much like barricades and I'll make it so they always try to remember they were made in a kind of light. And the things that rush through fingertips, they would never want to be the same, If I had a time. So reach up out and move from my waking close. And all our life can feel sometimes so overgrown. Well sometimes I wish our throats didn't feel so much like barricades, and our fingertips up close look like the world from far away.
The dust in your ashtray resembles a shape, earth slipping away from a rising face. The telephone wires send a farewell parade down your unlit street, and they cry all the way. The wind on your balcony used to be shy, it's too late in the evening to feel it come by. "There's nothing to worry", you lied in my ear, "I always feel like leaving around this time of year." The songs that you wrote have been teasing me, they poke at me with their honesty. The figurine man has been stealing the keys... I knew he would take them eventually. Now the wind in your clothes is seducing the night, the sound that I hear is a fluttering sigh. I saw your name on a keyring today, and it laughed at me until I walked away.