Hands like lace and bone.
Look how it fits, bit by bit, like a jigsaw.
Don’t want to know, don’t want to go,
I’ll carry your world, for you.
Maybe you’ll find your way back home,
Maybe there’s something you don’t know.
Maybe, okay. Maybe not.
Today I’m finding a way, to believe you can hear me,
Can you see me wherever you are.
Keep your soul in a jar on the night stand,
Your heart in the palm of my hand,
Please will you hear me wherever you are?
Eyes like sinking ships.
Somewhere between a blue and a green,
Falling deeper.
Don’t want to watch, don’t want to leave
I’ll carry your world for you.
Maybe someday they’ll bring you home,
Maybe there’s something no-one knows.
Maybe, okay. Maybe not.
Today I’m finding a way, to believe you can hear me,
Can you see me wherever you are.
Keep your soul in a jar on the night stand,
Keep your heart in the palm of my hand,
Please will you hear me wherever you are?
Keep your soul in a jar on the night stand,
Keep your heart in the palm of my hand.
Keep your soul in a jar on the night stand,
Your heart in the palm of my hand.
I’m finding a way, to believe you can hear me,
Can you see me wherever you are.
Keep your soul in a jar on the night stand,
Keep your heart in the palm of my hand,
Please will you hear me wherever you are?
Say you can hear me wherever you are.
Please will you hear me wherever you are?
credits
from Self-Titled,
released February 14, 2014
Music by T.Jennings-Bates
Words by S. Krause
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