What is this weariness that waits for you shrug You press your ankle against my arm This is the pressure that i love You always recommended it Could be the door Could be the phone For any intent or purpose You're not home You're up against the wall No real impression like breath on glass I've got the apple in me too People are bluer then they ever...Learn More

Pulling back the rain is wet We're still inside it all And what's yours in the morning By the night it all could be gone You sound so good to me And I have to say I'm glad it wasn't me Who had to walk away Memory is heavy when you have to write The pictures that are scattered They swell up in your eyes And how much becomes yours What can you throw...Learn More