Clamber up a tree
To meet the sun face-to-face
If I but see, I will have won
Heart-transparency and a mask-less way
Over and under, and out again
To do or not, what difference is there
To open up or close down
Put handfuls of crumbly earth inside my hat for later use
A halo of leaves, an unwoven crown
I’ll be there in the night
I’ll be there standing by your side
I’ll be there making up this rhyme
Is it enough for you
Enough for you x2
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ch) A E A E A E F# A….E
Clamber up a tree
To meet the sun face-to-face
Heart-transparency and a mask-less way
Over and under, and out again
To do or not, what difference is there
But I’ll be there in the night
I’ll be there standing by your side
I’ll be there making up this rhyme
Is it enough for you
to bring us into the night
By chance I found mr Cave inside the house of wax
he waved A bible up and down he held in his right hand
He stood among the broken men who carried out the trash
they asked for retribution he gave them cold hard cash
But I’ll be there in the night
I’ll be there standing by your side
I’ll be there making up this rhyme
Is it enough for you
to bring us into the night
I be there
through the night,
by your side
through the fright
and if you hold my hand
you'll be alright
cuz' when you rest in my light
you'll find your peace of mind
I probably would have done the same thing anyway
put the same foot in front of the other one
taking the same steps towards a fate sealed in broken contracts and century wax
as if I’d ever had a chance to make a false move
some other way to prove I could’ve done it right
but you were always on the other end of the line
trying to find a way to make the connection real
from radio static and phone wire to
to a cinematic blast of flame and fire
and I don’t know if I’m any good any more
far and away from your rolling rivers
far and away from your churning seas
deeper than pain all your love delivers
carry me, carry me
out of the light
and now you’re standing in the wreckage
somewhere south of country club nights of
smoking embers and dirty martini glasses and
wondering what’s next
Jim knew Chante and Chante knew Eric and Eric had a cousin in Darlington
who used to come out to gigs at the Speedway
that’s where it all went down
in the beginning at least
but I should have known there was something crooked in the setup
so now I guess I’ll take down the number for the next polar expedition
and hope I’ve got some warmer gloves next time
far and away from your rolling rivers
far and away from your churning seas
deeper than pain all your love delivers
carry me, carry me
out of the light
about
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Daniel Fox Johnston: deadline is Tuesday, 12:30pm
Arthur Lamonica: deadline is Wednesday evening, 10pm
Sydney Rose Wray: deadline is Friday morning, 7:30am
Doug Davis: deadline is Saturday afternoon, 5pm
Tommy Jackson: deadline is Monday morning, 3am
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