Альбом Kevin Devine

i'm looking at you through a wine glass.
i'm watching the light play games with your face.
i'm tracing your mouth with my fingers.
i'm trying to pick up your taste.
and will you dance for me?
two more drinks and i'll forget everything.
i can't remember your face by the time i get home.
your photograph in an album, peeling plastic, yellow pages.
tainted by so many fingerprints.
i need to remember this.
need you to dance for me.
can you dance for me?
can you dance for me?
can you dance for me?
coz i wont remember this in the morning.
two more drinks and i'll forget everything.
i can't remember your face by the time i get home.
will you dance for me?

i'm running out of things to say to you
this always takes so long is what you said
before you said so long
this kind of wordplay gets you ostrasized
but if you operate inside these perfect lines
you'll be fine

i'm running out faster than i ever had before
i'm seeing double and everywhere i turn my head things look like you again
so get your notebook out and write your story now
write your story now
write your story now

I stopped today to see myself in subway glass
and I was scared of the way I look now
I knew the only thought behind my eyes
please don't believe in me
I don't want to let you down
and I'm convinced it only rains in New York
and I am surrounded by everything that really scares me
a room full of empty people regretting every time that they inhale
and I want to write one perfect song
to make you cry in your sleep
kind of like a soundtrack for your dreams
to let you'ld know I'm watching and making sure it's (exact) alright
it'll be alright
I guess I wanted to make you feel something
I wanted to make you feel everything
and you may call me a protest singer
but I'm only protesting myself
I don't believe in beautiful people
and I don't believe in me
I wonder what it's like to be in between
can you hear me
can you hear me
you may call me a protest singer
can you hear me
but I'm only protesting myself
and you may call me a protest singer
but I'm only protesting myself

you always wanna be told you're right
maybe i got sick of lying all the time
you always say you're taken for granted
i'm just re-reprimanded
ruined by your father's love
'cause it's not enough
well i'm tired of being bitter
playing babysitter when you need a place to cry
so i'm starting up a boys club just like junior high
for guys with record collections
and the girls they hurt to get them
and i'll go there to forget all about you
and i'll go there to forget all about you
and i'll never take it back
ahhhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhh
ahhhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhh
and i'll go there to forget all about you
and i'll go there to forget all about you
and i'll never take it back
no, i'll never take it back
no, i'll never take it back
no, i'll never take it back

Do you know how ridiculous you sound
When you say you might be in love with me
Not cause I want you to
Not cause I want you to
I've got to stop coming around here
You never seem to know what's best for me
At least not when I want you to
Not when I want you to
Not when I want you to
And if we meet today
Promise that you'll stay awake
Long enough to hear me say let's go to sleep
Let's go to sleep
And do you know how scared I am
Of the ball I'm dropping out
And you're breaking through to me
Not cause I want you to
Not cause I want you to
You're breaking through to me
Not cause I want you to

she's crossing out the details.
and dusting off the picture frames, it's saturday.
she's been waiting for the phone to ring.
she's been waiting all night.
but it doesn't matter who's on the line.
as long as the voice works.
but you're too scared of what you might say.
so you think it out on paper, like ...??? and safer.
while she's thumbing through her catalogues,
picking birthday cards, her favourite stars.
i guess she's lonelier than you.
and if this box is empty.
we'll have to find another one.
with a prettier design.
a greater depth inside.
and a lid to keep it all from spilling out.
and you can fill it up with letters.
back when things were better.
and both of you had blinders on.(?)
and story books together.
and you pretend it outweighs the bad things.
and now she disconnects her phone, after the second ring.
and all the trauma you can swallow.
never check your ego.
i guess no one's lonelier than you.
and if this box is empty.
and if this box is empty.
and if this box is empty.
and if this box is empty.

I go to the places where you are
I find you hanging out
I paste my eyes wide open
And I turn everything inside out
I am turning into everything I hate
And you are graceful and absolutely fake
I am fake
I hear you laughing, am I proud of you
And I am turning into everything I hate
And you are graceful and absolutely fake
I hope you're proud
I'm not changing
I hope you're proud
I'm not changing
And I'm trying to be quite
I'm trying to be quite
It's not working

I think I thought so much about losing you
That I never really had you
You spend so much time
You spend so much time
When you think you've got all the time in the world
And I turned you into
A conversation piece
And the things you take for granted
Turn out to be the things that you need
I'm timing my breathe against the back beat of your footsteps
As we walk along cobble stone streets
Arms at are sides to live with
Eyes on the ground
Counting down to when we can talk out loud
Move on
Steady now
Move on
Move on
Move on
You're letting a good one go
You're letting a good one go
You're letting a good one go
You're letting a good one go

I'd give myself a hand if I were you
The right words are never ones I say
Songs like these
They carry little weight now
Cause they're about honesty
They're about sincerity
And I gave you neither
And I took everything
For me
And I have broken your heart
For the first and only time
One day I'll feel this way too
On the receiving end
Of heavy handed logic
And I'm not real anymore
I'm like a story


Passed down by kids who can't find a party
Not getting out of bed today
Just lay here uninspired
Feeling bad that I threw you away
I'm a shadow that whispers
Stupid songs about his heart
I'm sorry for letting you down
I'm sorry for everything about me that hurts you
Think about what you said on the phone
If I die alone it's my own fault
I'm a shadow that whispers
Stupid songs about his heart
I'm sorry
I'd give myself a hand

sleep peacefully.
like the way you look this morning.
with faith in your eyes.
and me in your hands.
a whispered promise in your heart.
lullaby for a snow-faced girl.
is what i'll sing.
watching you, the whole time.
it's three-o-five on monday morning.
or is it night?
i don't know.
is it night?
i don't know.
but we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.