Lecture your reflection.
moon good music sad writi
Story behind the song
Based on a true story.
Lyrics
Can you picture a window
That's dirty inside,
And can you even remember
The reasons you tried?
And, when you think of her,
Does it just bring back lies,
Or do you attempt to
Say "Nothing has died?"
Can you picture a sidewalk
That's too far above
Your head to leave chalk prints
In the shape of a dove?
And, if you sketched roses,
Would it be enough
To say, "Oh, my darling,
There truly was love?"
Can you picture a doorway
That's sealed with pain,
Because it fears her crawling
Back to you again?
And if you said, "Baby,
There's just too much strain
On my heart to listen
To my liquored brain,"
Would she be able to fathom
All the sadness you hold
Inside like a secret
Too awful to be told?
And, why do you try to purchase
Affection already sold
To a man with bluer eyes
And pockets full of gold,
Whose beauty is plastic
And will never grow old?
While you sit, green with jealousy
That's resembling mold.
His jaw is so chiseled
That you'd think he is bold,
But he's just another
Brick in the road
Who will translate her tall-tales
When she's speaking in code,
And bend for her nine-tails
When she's ready to scold.
Listen to me. Pneumonia
Filled the ground where you rolled
That night with your clothes off
In the terrible cold.
It's alright to run naked
If you're ready to go,
But I always imagined
You taking it slow.
And, can you picture me crying,
Because I already know
That, although you may beg her,
She'll just reply, "No?"
Well, we tricked all our best friends,
But it was for their own good.
You asked me to stay silent,
Because you knew that I would.
You were the sweetest colors
I ever beheld.
Yeah, you were my sunshine
Until the sky fell,
But I still hold onto
All the memories of
Towers, guitars, and poetry,
And a burning called love.
It was the most soothing feeling
I ever have known,
And I can never repay you
For everything I've been shown.
How to feel and to cherish,
How to give and to crave.
Be both awkward and elegant;
Bashful, but brave.
Expose myself to an audience
That applauds not the play.
Kiss the tongue of an angel,
Spread my wings, and be saved.
So, now you're going to somewhere
That you cannot escape.
Well, although there'll be others,
You'll never be replaced.
It's like walking on water
While swallowing slime.
You know I wouldn't try to,
Even if I had time.
It would take me forever
To find another like you,
And it would take me much longer
To prove that it's true.
So I'll just keep looking,
And, maybe, someday,
You'll sway your hips again;
Bat your lashes my way.
And, we'll meet on a crossroads
That we forged long ago,
And our fingers will twist again,
And the Moon will still glow.
And, if I am braver
By a thousand or so,
I will whisper, "Goodbye,"
But I will not let go.