lyrics
at night I get so tired
I’m tired, aren’t you?
that a dream won’t stay up past the night
and see the daylight through,
no, it has slipped away
and you lie jilted in your bed
now I’m tired of the reasons
that reason can’t provide
a place at home that’s warm enough
to keep that doubt outside,
a door will open up
and a draft will cool your heart
now sleepin’ never calmed me,
that tired just stayed around,
tomorrow won’t bring a better hand
to scrawl some songs you’d love,
so I will rest my legs
on the stairs outside my home
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he’s comin’ up, Elijah,
and he don’t know what to say to me
he’s sick, he’s tired, a yellow scourge
has got his brain on entropy,
and purple globes do follow suit
to send him down the road again
and pickled loves, a soured sort,
will make short work of him
now Ana’s here, out on the beach
with seafoam dancin’ ‘tween her toes,
and wonderin’ how it ever came
that all that comes makes twice what goes,
out to the ledge to find herself,
a smile in eyes did once occur,
but fears remaining of old loss
will make short work of her
and now I’m lost, Elijah,
and I don’t know what to make of it
the woodman, with his pipe alone,
does call me there to go and sit
but a famished world with all its pain
makes contemplatin’ hard to do,
so careful of those prickly dreams
they’ll make short work of you
credits
from
Stoop,
released December 25, 2012
Steve Carmody — Guitar & vocals
Tucker Dalton — Drums
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