I tried to write the perfect song to let you know that I was wrong and fix the bloody hole in the roof where the hammer fell… my shoes they fall in foreign places looking for my other in a sea of faces a girl and a boy in the corner where the hammer fell
Sometimes i wonder…
Is there someone there to carry you on there shoulders for just a little longer
I was stuck stuck stuck in the past I saw you at amoeba and we fell so fast but fairy tales always fade and the bruises last I finally wrote the perfect song I played it in my bedroom all night long I thought of you but I couldn’t call and the hammer falls
Sometimes i wonder…
Is there someone there to carry you on there shoulders for just a little longer
At twenty five I bought a sampler when my band broke up- I thought I lost my spark that old reaper left it’s mark Sometimes I throw myself around…
Sometimes i wonder…
Is there someone there to carry you on there shoulders for just a little longer