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Single Mothers – Evidence Locker lyrics
I left everybody and went home to rest
There was a silence to the departure
It wasn’t quite silent
But there was silence to it
The way when it’s been raining for a long time
The noise of it all just bends and sits
In whatever you’re doing
And then you only really notice
When you get up
And it’s gone
It was one of those
I guess
Well, I got up
In a spattering of life
Of living
Of evidence that we existed
That was littered everywhere
That’s what it felt like
Litter is that what a soul feels like
Something thrown out a car window
Is that what a soul feels like
Just evidence in a locker
There were a lot of long funny days wrapping up in this
It was timeframe of an explosion
We we’re about to break that weak façade
We had a cool, cynical approach to technology
You couldn’t get a hold of us if you tried
And nobody was trying to get a hold of us
At least much back then
We were a lonely gang
We were a desperate clique
We wanted you to want to be you and me
We didn’t trust anything
And that’s what this whole thing stems from trust
I didn’t think of god back then as anything other than a word
But now as we’re packing up and spinning our lose ends together
I know so many words that have lost or gained meaning
I say sorry a whole lot but the right people never hear me
You’re a stowaway
You’re a hallowed thought
A faith that comes and goes
As awkwardly as you want
There was gasoline on my hands
Mixing with a bit of glass from their window
There was a little rainbow in my blood
It stirred in me quiet and lyrical
So I left and went home to rest
I managed to get myself to bed
But there wasn’t really much of me left
We were a lonely gang
We were on a desperate streak
I wanted you
To want to be
You and me
I would have done anything and you took my trust
But I guess what this whole thing stems from is lust
I didn’t think of myself back then as much more than a name
But now that I’m thinking of our lose ends together
I know so many names that have lost or gained meaning
I say sorry a whole lot but you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot but it still doesn’t make it easy
I say sorry a whole lot but you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot but it still doesn’t make it easy
There was a silence to the departure
It wasn’t quite silent
But there was silence to it
The way when it’s been raining for a long time
The noise of it all just bends and sits
In whatever you’re doing
And then you only really notice
When you get up
And it’s gone
It was one of those
I guess
Well, I got up
In a spattering of life
Of living
Of evidence that we existed
That was littered everywhere
That’s what it felt like
Litter is that what a soul feels like
Something thrown out a car window
Is that what a soul feels like
Just evidence in a locker
There were a lot of long funny days wrapping up in this
It was timeframe of an explosion
We we’re about to break that weak façade
We had a cool, cynical approach to technology
You couldn’t get a hold of us if you tried
And nobody was trying to get a hold of us
At least much back then
We were a lonely gang
We were a desperate clique
We wanted you to want to be you and me
We didn’t trust anything
And that’s what this whole thing stems from trust
I didn’t think of god back then as anything other than a word
But now as we’re packing up and spinning our lose ends together
I know so many words that have lost or gained meaning
I say sorry a whole lot but the right people never hear me
You’re a stowaway
You’re a hallowed thought
A faith that comes and goes
As awkwardly as you want
There was gasoline on my hands
Mixing with a bit of glass from their window
There was a little rainbow in my blood
It stirred in me quiet and lyrical
So I left and went home to rest
I managed to get myself to bed
But there wasn’t really much of me left
We were a lonely gang
We were on a desperate streak
I wanted you
To want to be
You and me
I would have done anything and you took my trust
But I guess what this whole thing stems from is lust
I didn’t think of myself back then as much more than a name
But now that I’m thinking of our lose ends together
I know so many names that have lost or gained meaning
I say sorry a whole lot but you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot but it still doesn’t make it easy
I say sorry a whole lot but you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot but it still doesn’t make it easy
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