Post by Paper Tiger on Sept 8, 2008 19:52:58 GMT -5
We've planted a foundation tree
Call back now and then to soak it tenderly
Through lightning bolt and nature's punch
No stems have torn, no leaves have crunched
As thick as a tattoo, a ghost in the halls
A stamp on a letter refusing to fade
This locking of digits floating down city streets
Has lifted the veil and murdered my shade
I found you annoying 'cause I just finished work
You were drunk but were glowin' with a confident charm
Too busy smokin' Mayfairs in the dark
To ever have you reel me in by the arm
Winds of change
They'd grant me honey
Winds of change
Isn't that funny?
We've planted a foundation tree
Call back now and then to soak it tenderly
Through lightning bolt and nature's punch
No stems have torn, no leaves have crunched
The story so far in my dribbling way
Is ongoing to speak of, but I assure you is well
You'll already know I'm in health, tickled pink
You already know that I've been saved from hell
Dance to Blue Monday, or get pissed at a friend's
Twilight romance with a bit of more bite
A liquid that tingles with flavours of "yes"
If I'm the fickle dry day, she's the apple-soaked nights
Winds of change
They'd grant me honey
Winds of change
Isn't that funny?
We've planted a foundation tree
Call back now and then to soak it tenderly
Through lightning bolt and nature's punch
No stems have torn, no leaves have crunched
How about that?
A funny, small note
Somebody's stolen
The gold from my throat
And all I could say
She has thrown to the air
She already knows
So I don't need to slur
We've planted a foundation tree
Call back now and then to soak it tenderly
Through lightning bolt and nature's punch
No stems can tear, no leaves can crunch
Call back now and then to soak it tenderly
Through lightning bolt and nature's punch
No stems have torn, no leaves have crunched
As thick as a tattoo, a ghost in the halls
A stamp on a letter refusing to fade
This locking of digits floating down city streets
Has lifted the veil and murdered my shade
I found you annoying 'cause I just finished work
You were drunk but were glowin' with a confident charm
Too busy smokin' Mayfairs in the dark
To ever have you reel me in by the arm
Winds of change
They'd grant me honey
Winds of change
Isn't that funny?
We've planted a foundation tree
Call back now and then to soak it tenderly
Through lightning bolt and nature's punch
No stems have torn, no leaves have crunched
The story so far in my dribbling way
Is ongoing to speak of, but I assure you is well
You'll already know I'm in health, tickled pink
You already know that I've been saved from hell
Dance to Blue Monday, or get pissed at a friend's
Twilight romance with a bit of more bite
A liquid that tingles with flavours of "yes"
If I'm the fickle dry day, she's the apple-soaked nights
Winds of change
They'd grant me honey
Winds of change
Isn't that funny?
We've planted a foundation tree
Call back now and then to soak it tenderly
Through lightning bolt and nature's punch
No stems have torn, no leaves have crunched
How about that?
A funny, small note
Somebody's stolen
The gold from my throat
And all I could say
She has thrown to the air
She already knows
So I don't need to slur
We've planted a foundation tree
Call back now and then to soak it tenderly
Through lightning bolt and nature's punch
No stems can tear, no leaves can crunch