1.Sway
I can take a road
Takes a little longer
Walk before the house where we had our games
Suffering life, play, making, we discovered fire
People like you made me so much stronger
People like you made me question blame
Huddled in strength like birds on a sloping wire
Hearing your voice makes me so uneasy
Hearing your voice makes me question fame
Money is deaf to the sound of a lover's cry
The language of loss made me so much older
The language of loss made me lose my grip
The language of loss made me silent as a newborn child
Cuz everything moves in a shifting cycle
The unison soars and the pressure dips
Making our way steadfast in the skyward mile
And baby I know I will see you someday
Building your house on the very street
You severed your mother's life from your father's land
Finish your home we can join them this way
We talked about peace and a little dream
Marriage and love and divorce we don't understand
And you know I have to sway my leaves and branches slowly
Out in the sun, like the silent shout of youth
And we ask why do we take these leaps and chances
Because we have no choice but to wither into truth
And I dreamed you were there
All the vital signs were standing
When I dreamed you were with me
With the summer at my back
And I dreamed you were there
So complete and undemanding
We know the love that gives
Is what the living always lack
And you know I have to sway my leaves and branches slowly
Out in the sun, like the silent shout of youth
And we ask why do we take these leaps and chances
Because we have no choice but to wither into truth
2.Your Biggest Fan
Life on the margins
Little looks we have to steal
I want to run like vagrants hand in hand across this field
But I know the way you are I could fall into the star
But it's not easy for everybody to fall in love
The city walls are reigning perilous and tall over dark chilling
streets
It's not weakness when you fall
Oh it's just too much too fast
Crash that column into the wall
Don't let them tell you that there's a right way to fall in love
And she says
I want to live my life
Don't want to waste my time
I want a man who makes me feel like a woman
I used to be your biggest fan
I used to be your biggest fan
Now I find that you are slipping in my estimation
I used to be your biggest fan
I used to be your biggest fan
And now I know that you could never love someone like me
I used to run with my whiskers to the sun
But I say
Close in on me, my foundations came undone
I said, why oh why is there so much hate in this world
Belt out a song, some vicious call-to-arms gone wrong
But we've tended now we're going fifty thousand strong
This one's a dream so shut your mouth and sing along
Oh the science of music is all stupid and cruel
And I know I want to live my life
Don't want to waste my time
Trying to strike the right lyrical density
I used to be your biggest fan
I used to be your biggest fan
Now I find that you are slipping in my estimation
I used to be your biggest fan
I used to be your biggest fan
But now I know that you could never love someone like me
And I know I want to live my life
Don't want to waste my time
I want to be the toast of the shanty-town
You stick around a while
And you cut your teeth
You can't go home
I used to be
I used to be
I used to be
I used to be
I used to be
I used to be
I used to be
I used to be
I used to be your biggest fan
And then I saw you in a doorway
For a moment you looked tender and I know
That I could never ever ever ever ever touch you
Because you might touch back
Oh yes, you might, oh you might touch back
Well I made a mistake, well I made two
One for me and one for you
And then I knew
That I would measure everybody against you
Yes I would measure everybody against you
Well I used to be
I used to be
I used to be
I used to be
Your biggest fan
3.Trouble
Somebody told me you're a junkie now
And that you've always been a junkie Man I never would've
guessed that
I used to sit around and wonder how
People fall into a trap just to stumble like the fourth time
And it's all a peice of a harmony
To fall Texas servity
Second nature to the youth scene
It's a must see
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man it's true
You are the back, the back seat of this town
I bought your record out on cherry red
It wasn't good well it was great
I believed it was the next step
Somebody phoned and said the dream is dead
He's just busy counting coppers
Man it makes me see red
And it's all a part of a balance set
You don't deserve all the love you have
It's the fruit of life, but you throw it away like candy
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man it's true
You are the back, the backseat of this town
I've been boxing a match for one
Seven days in the Berlin sun
All kinds of money and too much time I've been running
Around once with town in a circle game
Double fists and a single shame
Oh, I am lost and lonely in the arms of London
She cries
I never would've done it
I never would've lied
I never would've done it
I never would've slashed my parent's trust
I never would've slashed my parent's trust
I never would've done it
I never would've lied
I never would've done it
I never would've slashed my parent's trust
I never would've slashed my parent's trust
If I thought for a moment you would leave me with my big dreams
Slightly out of reach
Techno on the beach
I bet you ever seen my million dollar shirt
You have to give it up and try
The future you deny
Underneath it all there's a motive to the voice
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man it's true
You are the back, the backseat of this town
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