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Pete Bernhard - Straight Line lyrics

Artist: Pete Bernhard

album: Straight Line


Smooth stones have fallen once more out of the sky now like rain
I'm outside on the front lawn, getting beaten black and blue again
Lookin' back now I always preferred child my enemies to my friends
It always just seemed logical
To have something constant, upon which you can depend
If my father was an earthquake, now then my mother was a hurricane
Me, I've got my hands full
Walkin' in a straight line, remembering my own name
I was born when the trees around my home
Bled fire out into the arms of the sky
The world snapped beneath your feet, and every thing that was alive, it died
I was born to a cold wind, take the words outta your mouth, the color outta your eyes
I just keep what I can carry now, and leave the rest behind
I heard stories of the city lights
I head out among the trees
Bows bendin' like a spider web, lettin' no light in for the eye to see
Fire flies, summer skies, downward pressure of the heat
I sneak down that gravel at night till your black eye's, hotter than the Tennessee concrete
But I was born when the trees around my home
Bled fire out into the arms of the sky
The world snapped beneath your feet Everything that was alive, it died
I was born to a cold wind, take the words outta your mouth, the color outta your eyes
I just keep what I can carry now, and leave the rest behind
Cleared to go, there's a heavy load
Watch the human card castle fall apart
Ill tell you right now it's more about the stomach out here, than it is about the heart
See a man playing in the dark café with everybody's back turned
Sometimes we've just gotta put our hands into the fire, to make sure that it still burns
Red light of them downtown bars pours out and puddles into the streets
I know there's some of you out there starvin'
But it ain't for lack of something to eat
I was born when the trees around my home
Bled fire out into the arms of the sky
The world snapped beneath your feet Everything that was alive, it died
I was born to a cold wind, take the words outta your mouth, the color outta your eyes
I just keep what I can carry now, and leave the rest behind

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