Lyrics to Two Trees, Rain
It wreaks through your teeth, Just give me the keys and I'll drive
No ones around. It's the night in this town.
That's the safest to be not alright. I'm in contra, heading north I think.
I'm just like you, and different. I don't wreak through my teeth.
Brights straighten spines as you, jump, grasp, and handle it.
Denial won't help you shake offff the fear of it.
Tail lights just burn, they're sleepy like night lights,
but headlights will wake your ass up. Hit from head on. I saw it coming
but decided not to stop, as we slid into the brush.
I decided it was better for the both of us,
because I'd rather let us die than fear it.
I drove our love to the trees, to the end.
Things still die In the springtime.
I thawed every frozen moment of you in the heat,
but it wasn't quite as easy as I thought it would be,
because the heat wasn't a ô¶re, or a burning, only warmth,
and so nothing disappeared, or even changed forms,
and now looking through old photographs brings back good memories
of bad decisions we've formed into our habits
But given a chance and given a lens I'd take them again.
I'd take them, but this time I'd smile,
and throw down the drink that I held,
and out of the glass I'd fashion a friend
No ones around. It's the night in this town.
That's the safest to be not alright. I'm in contra, heading north I think.
I'm just like you, and different. I don't wreak through my teeth.
Brights straighten spines as you, jump, grasp, and handle it.
Denial won't help you shake offff the fear of it.
Tail lights just burn, they're sleepy like night lights,
but headlights will wake your ass up. Hit from head on. I saw it coming
but decided not to stop, as we slid into the brush.
I decided it was better for the both of us,
because I'd rather let us die than fear it.
I drove our love to the trees, to the end.
Things still die In the springtime.
I thawed every frozen moment of you in the heat,
but it wasn't quite as easy as I thought it would be,
because the heat wasn't a ô¶re, or a burning, only warmth,
and so nothing disappeared, or even changed forms,
and now looking through old photographs brings back good memories
of bad decisions we've formed into our habits
But given a chance and given a lens I'd take them again.
I'd take them, but this time I'd smile,
and throw down the drink that I held,
and out of the glass I'd fashion a friend
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