"Pour Into You" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

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LYRICS:
oh my son, don’t you go far
i need you not to go
you are long for this world, stay close to the earth
Just like I told you so

sometimes i feel like we’re falling fast
but we never hit ground
* and as we’re falling
i turn to you
now we know the world ain’t round
now we know the world ain’t round

oh sweet baby you blow my mind
with everything that you do
* we’ll sit right here
for every breath he makes
for the sunlight on his face
and we do it til we break in two
and we do it til we break in two

oh sweet baby you blow my mind
with everything that you do
*you said be strong
for this road that we are on
could be dangerous could be long
*you pour into me
and i’ll pour into you
and we’ll do it til we break in two

oh my son, i see how you fight
now you need to rest
*i know your scared
but we are right here,
pullout bed pulled up near,
with the nurses fighting the fever
like smokejumpers leaving
*their plane for the fire,
and pilot climbs higher
so your dreams don’t get tired
lights blinking all round your head
your like a Giant and the city’s your bed
rest now beautiful boy
you’re going to make it now beautiful boy


sometimes i feel like we’re falling fast
but we never hit ground
*and here we’ll stay,
and fall another day
i can’t remember what to say
where do you think he is
*does he feel our gentle kiss
is he coming back
can i hold him in my lap
away from all of these machines
monitors and IVs
*you pour into me
and i pour into you
we’ll do it til we break in two


oh my son, it’s ok
let the machine breath for you
* you’ll breath again
as soon as you can,
maybe open up your eyes
i think i saw a smile
*when i put the sox game on
on the radio
the light is getting a low
still they do not know
We can’t get any answers
*but you know that it ain’t dark,
in middle of fenway park,
and the crowd sings with all their heart
ah ah ah ah
rest now beautiful boy
rest now my beautiful boy
you going to make it now beautiful boy

Pour Into You

Games

Songs For The Reaper

Verse 1  
City lights and silver cars,  
We were sparks beneath the stars.  
Concrete dreams and paper love,  
Falling fast, not high enough.  

Pre-Chorus  
You said “forever,” I said “wait,”  
Now forever feels too late.  

Chorus  
Glass heart boulevard, we break in style,  
Every mile another trial.  
You and I, we fade apart,  
Shattered lights and glass heart.  

Verse 2  
Coffee cups and cheap perfume,  
Echoed words in rented rooms.  
Every laugh became a ghost,  
Every truth, the one I lost most.  

Pre-Chorus  
You said “always,” I said “soon,”  
Now the night forgets the moon.  

Chorus  
Glass heart boulevard, we break in style,  
Every mile another trial.  
You and I, we fade apart,  
Shattered lights and glass heart.  

Bridge  
If we meet in neon rain,  
Would we make it through again?  
Broken roads still sound the same,  
Whisper softly, call my name.  

Final Chorus  
Glass heart boulevard, one more song,  
Where we loved, where we went wrong.  
City fades but still I start,  
Down the road to your glass heart.  


Glass Heart Boulevard

Bounces

So Ready

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"As Old As I" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

Order on deluxe vinyl and CD: https://dispatchmerch.com

Dispatch Online:
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LYRICS:
higher yet my love, the water is rising 
up on the counter my love, grab a hold tightly — 
don’t you let go my dear, I can’t let you die 
Til your old as I, as old as I, old as I 

look both ways my dear, don’t trip on your laces
But here you lie shot in your sleep by a bullet gone stray 
you gave me your blessing, to keep you alive til ur 
old as I, as old as I, as old as I …  
  
I’ll take all your baggage, and I’ll give you mine,
For the passage of the time, for the distance as old as i, as old as I … as old as I

As Old As I

"The Legend of Connie Hawkins" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

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LYRICS:
Down on the courts in Bed Stuy
A legend rose from the streets
Just a poor kid with no use for what the others called gravity 

People came from all around to see young connie Hawkins do his thing
When the hawk went up against the best at Rucker park
oh how the choir would sing   

High flying kid do you know what you just did 

Is It just a dream love, is it just a dream love, steady you go
Hey pa I think I’m gonna make it, I’m going away on a one way ticket 
Is it just a dream love, is it just a dream love, steady you go 
round here those are always sinking, folks will say connie what were you thinking 

He lead the team in Highschool he never once got beat two years in a row
Got a scholarship to Iowa and knew that he had to go
he sent a letter home, to his papa, said papa I’m going to the nba 
But then out of nowhere his name got dropped into a scandal, always someone got to pay 

I got to got to got to get going now pop, there’s a detective here from the DA 
He’s telling me they’ll lock me away, if I don’t say what he wants me to saaaaaaaay 

So to all the kids on the back home lots, I swear it isn’t like they say 
the investigators pushed me around, and then I was black balled by the nba 

That playground legend, who could dunk when he was eleven, with super natural abilities, long before MJ before the Doctor. 
His Dreams were stolen, stomped on and thrown in, never got his day in the sun 
And now here lies High Flying Hawkins the greatest player that never was

So to all the kids on the back home lots, I swear it isn’t like they say 
the investigators pushed me around, and I was black balled by the nba 
His Dreams were stolen, stomped on and thrown in, never got his day in the sun 
And now here lies High Flying Hawkins the greatest player there ever was

The Legend of Connie Hawkins

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