Are there no blinders on lights that glare
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White noise on the eyes
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From gas station lights and reflected ice glare
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So that i can walk home by moonlight
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Alone
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Or can we go out to where the wind howls and stand to lean up against the trees
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They've grown up so tall that you can't see the house
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It's a fortress now but you know how it used to be
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I can lie to myself
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And say i like it
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But i would love it if you were here
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These words on paper smell like you
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Associated in random thought
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On my lips the words turn blue
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Evidence i'm feeling lost
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I can lie to myself
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And say i like it
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But i would love it if you were here
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I'm just sad for myself
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Cause i know you're clear
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But i would love it if you were here
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I can just see you show me your garden
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I thought you'd grow roses and grapes on low vines
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I wanted to know you when we were both older
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I thought there'd be more of those wonderful times
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I can lie to myslef
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And say i like it
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But i would love it if you were here
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I'm just sad for myself
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Cause i know you're clear
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But i would love it if you were here
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You were here
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Yes you were
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Yes you were
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You Were Here
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Sarah Harmer |