Eclipse

 

Another Word for Love

Every day we see more of the same, even if it’s in a different way. Every time we repeat its name, I think of your musical face. If they find us undeserving of the right to say exactly what it does, we’ll know that the push has come to shove, and now we need another word for love. Cat had my tongue while you were speaking out. Got carried away, you’re watching as I fade. Oh little fires, you're all just future souls and bodies running away from how they say the story goes. Every day we see more of the same, even if it’s in a different way. Every time we repeat it’s name, I think of your musical face. If they find us undeserving of the right to say exactly what it does, we’ll know that the push has come to shove, and now we need another word for love. Pulling me up out of my minor key. Falling away, singing in the mess I’d made. Oh happy day, if we’re all souls inside of bodies. Your musical face, smiling all the things you know. Every day we see more of the same, even if it’s in a different way. Every time we repeat it’s name, I think of your musical face. If they find us undeserving of the right to say exactly what it does, we’ll know that the push has come to shove, and now we need another word for love

 

Runaway

You’ve given up comparing up to down, and around, inside your heart and mind. So you say, it’s unfair. It is, but take care, you’re gonna get there in my eyes. And how can you not feel it beating? And how can you only see it bleeding? And how I will miss kissing your face. I know you, I know you’re a runaway. You back down when I take the time to cry a little just to make you see. It’s all in good faith. I hope and I pray one day you’ll feel the same as me. And how can you not feel it beating? And how can you only see it bleeding? And how I will miss kissing your face. I know you, I know you’re a runaway.

 

Shades at Night

You can't stay, the sun must rise. Though I tell you every day, "I'll be okay either way", I fool myself. It's just my heart. If it means that much to me, I can give it what it needs. Every sun will rise that comes from lonely nights. Though the sun will set and fade without a fight; every time I brave the night I know that when it comes, I've gone around. If I drive all night, I'll be there when you rise. You're so bright, shades at night. Have you always been this way? Don't you do this every day? Your eclipse, a familiar spark. Your colors as you say goodbye, burn my eyes and make me cry. Every sun will rise that comes from lonely nights. Though the sun will set and fade without a fight; every time I brave the night I know that when it comes, I've gone around. If I drive all night, I'll be there when you rise. What goes around, it comes around. Why dry your eyes before you cry? Every sun will rise that comes from lonely nights. Though the sun will set and fade without a fight; every time I brave the night I know that when it comes, I've gone around. If I drive all night, I'll be there when you rise.

 

The This This

Only loneliness is new to you. But you can’t think of how to say it. The same old splitting smile for you is all I have to give today. Won't you let this sit and rest a bit? On cue, here comes a song. Then just as we begin I say, “get on with it”, and once again, I'm wrong. It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this. The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in. I think I love this. Can’t you see my face is tight for you? Is it getting in the way? The same old splitting smile for you is all you have to give today. Won't you let this sit and rest a bit? On cue, here comes a song. then just as we begin, I say “get on with it”, and once again, I'm wrong. It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this. The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in. I think I love this. Can you see it how I see it? Tell me how it looks to you. You have two feet in the door don’t you? It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this. The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in. I think I love this.

 

In the Middle

Here you are, there they are, and I’m like the man in the middle. If I’m the peacekeeper you’ll find me between the lines. I see you one by one each come undone when there’s a rumble to be won. It’s a riddle, and I’m the man in the middle. You have it on good faith, you know you gave it a fair shake. And you could burn your bridge or patch it up when it breaks. Yeah I’m a quick, closed book. I know you all wanna read it but I’ve sealed it up. It’s a good one, but you’re not shaking it open. Am I your tug of war, or the thin line that I walk on? If you can’t see me I’m the one sleeping in the light. It’s with me all day long, all night I’m mulling it over how you somehow walk with a hatchet. If you toss it I’ll catch it. You’re like an axe, swinging your facts. How can I say who’s gone astray? The fence is made. So far I’ve stayed here with one hand on every side ‘cause I’m the man in the middle.

 

Joan of Arc

I feel numb some, in a costume on a cloudy night. Does it seem like everyone is looking for a fight? I feel like Joan of Arc, more light than in the dark. I said, “Even if we fall, don’t regret it all. We will go down undivided!” All is gone. Lost, withdrawn. All lips armed. You’ve been warned. Shock and awe! Lips disarmed. You’ve been harmed. Love is scorned. Bait and bleed it. Don’t retreat if I turn and attack. Another sundown to a pitch black. Give me my heart back. I feel like Joan of Arc, more light than in the dark. I said, “Even if we fall, don’t regret it all, we will go down undivided!” All is gone. Lost, withdrawn. All lips armed. You’ve been warned. Shock and awe! Lips disarmed. You’ve been harmed. Love is scorned.

 

Drummer

I'm waiting on someday, while you're there with your good shoes on. You cradle your heartbreak and run to the beat of a different drum. If I come undone, I'm only one, wishing you'd never learned to run. Pick up what's left of me on the trail you've left for me. I'll never keep your pace I can't catch up. Pick up what's left of me on the trail you've left for me. I'll never keep your pace I can't catch up. Luck if you're faithless; more fate for the fearless ones. I can't hold a candle to you now that you've grown so young. If I come undone, I'm only one, wishing you'd never learned to run. Pick up what's left of me on the trail you've left for me. I'll never keep your pace I can't catch up. Pick up what's left of me on the trail you've left for me. I'll never keep your pace I can't catch up.

 

Good Measure

You turn to me, and I can see that you’re worried. Have you done all you could? Am I happy? I’m happy. Have you let me down? No. If you had the chance, to turn it back, would you take it? If you could, if you should, would you change it? Don’t break it. Would I let you down? No. Though we’ve changed, we’ve gone without so many things that we always thought we’d have, I hope that you know it doesn’t mean you haven’t made me feel like I’m your queen. So we’ve changed, we’ve gone without so many things that we always thought we’d have. It’s not empty if it isn’t full, and if we had it all,
what would we hope for? The Crowded hours, brimming house, can seem empty. The burden on our shoulders can feel unending, impending. Will it break us down? No. Though we’ve changed, we’ve gone without so many things that we always thought we’d have, I hope that you know it doesn’t mean you haven’t made me feel like I’m your queen. So we’ve changed, we’ve gone without so many things that we always thought we’d have. It’s not empty if it isn’t full, and if we had it all, what would we hope for?

 

Constellations

The forgotten few, there’s a world of you. The forgotten few, there’s a world for you. We're all bright stars in constellations, shooting off our inspirations. Now I know, that’s all. We trapeze between the notion, we can divvy our devotion up for all to see. Is it true? Have they forgotten you? Who is who? What song will you sing to? The forgotten few, there’s a world of you. The forgotten few, there’s a world for you. It’s about the life that you’ve lived, not about the places you’ve been. Now I know, that’s all. We say we won’t drink the potion, but we can’t muffle our emotions, put the lid back on. Is it true? Have they forgotten you? Who is who? What song will you sing to? The forgotten few, there’s a world of you. The forgotten few, there’s a world for you.

 

Legion

Hearts are heavy, for they are many and I’m one. It’s alarming how I’ve been charming everyone. You paint me on to be the one after which everyone chases. Have I become a legion of so many beautiful faces? The lullabies, they justify all of my changeable places. You paint me on, and when it's done, maybe I'm me when I'm naked. See my colors? Do you wonder where they’ll go? Are we martyred by our armor? I don’t know. You paint me on to be the one after which everyone chases. Have I become a legion of so many beautiful faces? The lullabies, they justify all of my changeable places. You paint me on, and when it's done, maybe I'm me when I'm naked.