Lyrics to Rhythm Of Her Name
In the city of the elms where we smoked in the stalls
In our rogue adolescence we tore up halls
She caught my eye across the room, with a wink and a tipped the hood
We waited for the moment then we shot to the woods
She smoked a makeshift pipe and carved her name in a stone
In the wall of an abandoned old colonial home
And now remnants of her living days are names in a wall
They will be gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall
Gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
The doors were always knockin' like a train come alive
Their names, I couldn't say, but the faces survived
We drank the beers and sung the cheers and wore our voices out
We polished off the bottle that she stole from the house
And like a group of vagrants round a fire alite
Contented drunk and careless like teenage night
I can still remember the room in which she pulled me away
And now I'm callin' out her name in a moment of gray
I'm callin' out her name in a moment of grey
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
You could count the years in ashes, you could count 'em in stone
But you'll never stop time with all the watches you own
The stillness in her casket with the ghost of a smile
Was frozen for a moment if not only a while
Frozen for a moment if not only a while
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
Is callin' out from a carving in a stone
I swear I'll carve it deeper when I make my way home
In our rogue adolescence we tore up halls
She caught my eye across the room, with a wink and a tipped the hood
We waited for the moment then we shot to the woods
She smoked a makeshift pipe and carved her name in a stone
In the wall of an abandoned old colonial home
And now remnants of her living days are names in a wall
They will be gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall
Gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
The doors were always knockin' like a train come alive
Their names, I couldn't say, but the faces survived
We drank the beers and sung the cheers and wore our voices out
We polished off the bottle that she stole from the house
And like a group of vagrants round a fire alite
Contented drunk and careless like teenage night
I can still remember the room in which she pulled me away
And now I'm callin' out her name in a moment of gray
I'm callin' out her name in a moment of grey
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
You could count the years in ashes, you could count 'em in stone
But you'll never stop time with all the watches you own
The stillness in her casket with the ghost of a smile
Was frozen for a moment if not only a while
Frozen for a moment if not only a while
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
Is callin' out from a carving in a stone
I swear I'll carve it deeper when I make my way home
