Myles Palmquist grew up on the prairies. And somewhere in the midst of those prairies, between moving from place to place around Manitoba with his family, some
I feel your heartbeat through the mattress
But we know that you won't stay
And it suits you like those jeans do
In every single way
You sigh the perfect sigh for me
Each time we say goodnight
And I know that I feel something
But something does not feel right
Our mysteries hate to be solved
Our history will never evolve
Our whispers never make a sound
As these little words just seem to pass around
We smile as we pretend to be just friends
But we know that they're not blind
Sometimes I think that they know more than we do
Because we can't read between when there's no lines
Feel the time has come to walk away
But I can't do that just yet
Because as hard as it seems to be with you
The easier it really gets
Our mysteries hate to be solved
Our history will never evolve
Our whispers never make a sound
As these little words just seem to pass around
Take it back
What you didn't say
Our mysteries hate to be solved
Our history will never evolve
Our whispers never make a sound
As these little words are just passed around
