Half an inch of wire, and one foot then the next,
I performed for you without a net.
You used to gasp in awe, the madness of a crowd.
Back and forth we've got our routines down,
So tight,
Without the risk of bumping lives.
On that day, that awful day.
A little hell leaked out your mouth.
One mistake, one slip or slight.
Far too many seasons have eroded all those feelings.but I'll try...
I tried so hard.
I could do more tricks. (Let's go out tonight)
But lately all your kisses have gone dry.
(Baby we are hardly Fitzgeralds round here)
I know, I know, no sudden movements.
I'll try to make you happy.
No, I'll try to be successful, though,
This beard of bees is itching me.
(Do you remember when...)
I remember you.
(You said that we were pebbles
Dropped from distant cliffs)
Sinking in to seabeds' salty linen.
And destined to meet, by some mid-ocean ridge.
I still do.
We moved away, to the big city.
Thought we'd leave it all behind. (It followed us here)
One mistake, one slip or slight.
Dear, I fear we need a change.
Meet me out in Yellowstone.
Cause there's far too much world to be seen,
For me to waste my time jumping
Through industry hoops.
Sitting on this frozen stoop,
In Godforsaken St. Paul.
Or Godforsaken Anoka.
Or somewhere in the middle of Minneapolis.
Or wherever it is I'm calling home these days.
I performed for you without a net.
You used to gasp in awe, the madness of a crowd.
Back and forth we've got our routines down,
So tight,
Without the risk of bumping lives.
On that day, that awful day.
A little hell leaked out your mouth.
One mistake, one slip or slight.
Far too many seasons have eroded all those feelings.but I'll try...
I tried so hard.
I could do more tricks. (Let's go out tonight)
But lately all your kisses have gone dry.
(Baby we are hardly Fitzgeralds round here)
I know, I know, no sudden movements.
I'll try to make you happy.
No, I'll try to be successful, though,
This beard of bees is itching me.
(Do you remember when...)
I remember you.
(You said that we were pebbles
Dropped from distant cliffs)
Sinking in to seabeds' salty linen.
And destined to meet, by some mid-ocean ridge.
I still do.
We moved away, to the big city.
Thought we'd leave it all behind. (It followed us here)
One mistake, one slip or slight.
Dear, I fear we need a change.
Meet me out in Yellowstone.
Cause there's far too much world to be seen,
For me to waste my time jumping
Through industry hoops.
Sitting on this frozen stoop,
In Godforsaken St. Paul.
Or Godforsaken Anoka.
Or somewhere in the middle of Minneapolis.
Or wherever it is I'm calling home these days.
Other albums by the artist
Savannah Sessions
2020 · album
Better Out Than In
2018 · album
The Five Stages EP
2016 · EP
Two Legs Bad
2015 · album
Tragedy Of The Commons
2006 · album
From My Parents Basement
2005 · album
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