Saturday, January 1, 2011



I've been dreaming of sailing away
I'll build a boat out of paper-mâché

No belongings of any concern

I will be gone long before you will return


How can you try to hold on to

Names unequipped with a face

Look closely behind the ones in your mind

And safely beside the one that your heart believes


You're breathing life into brown paper bags

You set one down, so I took a drag

I can feel you in my lungs

Think my heart might jump the gun


Who would you like to hold on to

And who would you like to erase

Cause I can't decide, my heart and my mind

They don't think straight, they don't think straight


We've been very obsessed with the time

Picking the scabs that have grown from our minds

The world is a wonderful place

I wish I were there, I just can't get excited about space


We've been so damn obsessed with the time

Picking the the scabs that have grown from our minds

The world is a wonderful place

I wish I were there, I just can't get excited about space


Can't get excited about space


Now who would you like to hold on to


And who would you like to erase

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