"These Walls" In your heart there are oceansIn your heart there are flowering treesLook inside and live inside these wallsYour body yearns I'm not one to say I know what you go throughI only want to open wide the window and let sunlight throughFor you In your face I see longingIn your face I see hopes and fearsYou've been locked for too long behind these wallsYour body yearns I'm not one to say I know what you go throughI only want to open wide the window and let sunlight throughFor you Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meWhat you're feelingTell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meWhat you needTell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meEverything Take my hand and I'll lead youTake my word that I'll not deceive youI only want to carry you on beyond these wallsYour body yearns I'm not one to say I know what you go throughI only want to open wide the window and let sunlight throughFor you
There's a barge going by on the river, Yellow against the blue. There's a bus driving up along the bridge, And it's red like the color of new love.
And I need new love And I need true love And I need to be held And I need to be told There's more to come.
There's a woman beside a window, Quiet against the street. There's a man beside a magazine stand, Looks like he's waiting to meet some one.
And I need new love And I need true love And I need to be held And I need to be told There's more to come.
And everything reminds me of you And everything reminds me of things we used to do Even though I miss you, I know we're through And I need to find something new
And I need new love And I need true love And I need to be held And I need to be told There's more to come.
There's a man playing guitar in the subway, Gentle against the crowd. There's a kid in the upstairs apartment, plays his recorder, wakes me up from above.
And I need new love And I need true love And I need to be held And I need to be told There's more to come.
The leaves have turned and she has known And she tells me she can't let him go And she looks to the moon for answers And she looks inside and she knows
She dresses by the window Finds reflection in the pane She looks towards the winter And her hair falls around her like rain
She's sighing with September She would like to run and hide She's wrapped up in confusion She unfolds like paper dolls But she's flying as she falls
The birds have gone and she has known For she follows the arc of their flight And the softness has gone from the daylight And the shadows have grown into night
She's sighing with September She would like to run and hide She's wrapped up in confusion She unfolds like paper dolls But she's flying as she falls
Soon will come cool October It will rise all around her like fire And she gathers her courage like harvest And she gathers her thoughts and desires
She's sighing with September She would like to run and hide She's wrapped up in confusion She unfolds like paper dolls But she's flying as she falls
She will not run and hide She will take it all in stride And she will She will She will be flying as she falls
On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun, going somewhere older than I was, strapped into something tight, keeping me small. I dug into you like rock climbing; too scared of coming down, too scared of going up, too scared of rockface. I should've split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something, but I was good. And your father's little pancakes so round and perfect and me sitting up too straight, laughing in wrong places, kissing you, kissing up, kissing too soon.
When the cock crows When the morning comes where will I go? When the cock crows When the love is gone where will I go?
And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party and I stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and I stopped your father and bled instead. And I felt the lie - something sticky on the inside; a bitter wind in my throat, stopping me wanting, in my stomach, in my head and you said
Sugar sugar, you couldn't come come Sugar sugar, without your mother Sugar sugar, you couldn't taste it Sugar sugar, in my throat.
When the cock crows When the morning comes where will I go? When the cock crows When the love is gone where will I go?
I put my hands where your wings should be, I put my feet where the earth should be And I can't see very far And when you said that you were dead I hung on
Something I feel You are an angel, or maybe you could've been Something out here You are an angel or maybe you could've been.
I've got this light hangs over me I've got this fear cuts into me And I can't see very far And when you said that you were dead I hung on
Something I feel You are an angel, or maybe you could've been Something out here You are an angel or maybe you could've been
See how they run And nobody said you would go See how they fall And I can't see very far And when you said you were dead I hung on
Something I feel You are an angel, or maybe you could've been Something out here You are an angel or maybe you could've been See how they run See how they run All the same, all the same Something out here You are an angel.
I'm talking to strangers To see what I feel; Your face is changing now And nothing seems real. These things I know Are like a baby how they grow in me; I pull them out Just like a baby for you to see them all
I'm talking to strangers To see what I need; This love between us now, How it's twisting in me. I want to get it out, I want to feel the breathing, I want to really love, I want to know the meaning, I want to share all these things.
These things I know Are like a baby how they grow in me I pull them out Just like a baby for you to see them all
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