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The weather is not free, and the weather’s been getting to me.
The season is a bad seed, and the season’s not sitting well with me.
We got ourselves lost, and we missed the right turn onto 7th Street.
So Marc told me I had been nothing and everything and got in too deep.
I wanted to shake off the smoke, and I wanted to shake off the sex.
And I wanted you to raise your voice and your standards after working with less.
So I’d fill your instant holes up as the voice in your ear as you sleep.
But spoken words are just a screen, and a lover’s mouth is just a scream.
I still can’t believe that it all keeps coming back.
Am I more honest now or is it just the breath of the past?
In-- no, don’t stay.
Out-- don’t go away.
I let it lay loosely around me
The weather is thin, and the weather’s been getting to him.
He don’t drop by now when I’d like to be catching him.
I swear you’ll like me better when I never come around.
And I write ‘cause I hope your thoughts one day match with mine now.
We once believed in release, but it got too deep for you.
De Sade bled to me in my sleep, it was right on time, it was new.
I still can’t believe that it all keeps coming back.
Am I more honest now or is it just the breath of the past?
In-- no, don’t stay.
Out-- don’t go away.
I let it lay loosely around me
We went back along 7th Street putting jokes on each other’s heads.
I didn’t mean to stare the way I did; I just never heard a word you said.
You got nothing for me, and I got nothing on you, not even my mouth.
Got a test pattern in my genes ‘cause I could have been the ruin of you.
We just made a mess. I was in tune but I didn’t know what to do
if I’m the crack in the pavement of all girls, the noose in the justice of the civilized world.
I’ve give it all to the wind, anything to ride with you down 7th Street away from the smoke
and sex.
It’s all second hand; I’d love you right on time, love you new, and I’d try my best.
I still can’t believe that it all keeps coming back.
Am I more honest now or is it just the breath of the past?
In-- no, don’t stay.
Out-- don’t go away.
I let it lay loosely around me
Laid out my dreams about dead birds and white cats,
of storms, of teeth, of books and of you coming back.
What, were those colors only in my head? Just needs and nothing more?
What, were those parades I hid in my head just echoes left from the ones before?
What did I ever want with you? You sound like gospel; is that what I need?
What did I think when we passed each other on 7th Street?
The first day I didn’t know you; the last day I wasn’t supposed to.
The commons and the artists shorted out, but that won’t mean a thing to you.
I still can’t believe that it all keeps coming back.
Am I more honest now or is it just the breath of the past?
In-- no, don’t stay.
Out-- don’t go away.
I let it lay loosely around me
Now you’re in beneath my skin, you’re the reason I can’t keep myself in.
Now you’re debt I cannot pay, and I’m the big mistake.
Now you’re the shame showing in my face, ‘cause I made a big mistake.
Now you’re the hope of death as a start, you’re the big need in the dark.
And you’re coming back from the city, you’re coming back from the city.
You’re coming back from the city, you’re coming back from the city....
And I don’t walk alone anymore down 7th Street in the day, if you wanted to see me.
(I would even hold still for you if you wanted me to; and I don’t tame easy.)
Love, it was heavy, and love, it was thick;
it turned into an Art, there was beauty in it.
And I found out why some words get swallowed and why some weigh more.
I couldn’t lie to your face so I took my Northern shocks down to the floor.
I couldn’t love you again on any new day in anyone’s plan
just knowing I stopped feeling it before you began.
I still can’t believe that it all keeps coming back.
Am I more honest now or is it just the breath of the past?
In-- no, don’t stay.
Out-- don’t go away.
I let it lay loosely around me
I let it lay loosely around me.
I let you lay too loosely around me.
I let you lay too loosely around me.
Eve