LYRICS:
I loved you so
Fondly, far-ago and still today
My peculiar reverie, no it never lets me be
It turns all my sweet dreams sour 

Just like a vase of Phony Flowers
They’re beautiful, but such a bore
And what a silly, silly girl to wish for more 

More than any ring
Tales of queens and kings, I loved you so
Fondly, far-ago
But now the very thought of you
It makes my heart crumble and cower

You are my vice you Phony Flower
Just a dust collecting eye sore, but still I’m

Never gonna love, oh no I’m
Never gonna love, oh no I’m
Never gonna love anything more

Anything more
Anything more?

Anything More?

LYRICS:
I didn’t know if you’d be here
But here you are and it’s the end of the world
You know despite the shifts in surface change
I still remain -- that we were meant for
More

I’ll never know what kept us 
So far away, so long and so what for?
In the end, the point that’s really pressing
I’m reflecting on -- how we were meant for

More, than all the shit that came in store
For you and me -- I believe
There was, more
Yeah, we were meant for more

And I 
Have learned to let most pieces go
I’ve cut my ties with vivid shades of greens and yellows
I’ve sat in the quiet, done my time at being alone, but now
I need a witness, somebody to know --
Before it blows 

How much time before the end of the world?
You know there’s not much time before the end of the world

I know that it’s all different 	         		         
The once familiar long since rearranged, still I hope you 
Housed in the corner of your heart   	         		      
A little peace to make it out unscathed	   

Not much time before the end of the world
You know there’s not much time before the end of the world

I don’t search the past just to dwell on
I don’t chase the faded dreams I can’t restore
And maybe I’m some petty kind of way 
Cause if there’s a record I’d like it to say -- how we were meant for
 
More, than what the Gods left at our door
Yeah I believe
That we were meant for more
And I believe -- that we were meant for

More, than all the shit that came in store
For you and me -- I believe
There was, more

Maybe another life
Maybe another world

More

LYRICS:
Losing hours
Days and weeks staring at the same photograph
Release and let me go

Then like a boomerang 
I’ll fly around over that greener grass
To find what I don’t know, before returning home
Before returning home

I don’t need this to be 
Any better than the place it is meant to land

Yeah, I just wanna see
A little further than the things I have on hand

Who am I? 
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

Who am I supposed to be now that
Nothings expected of me anymore,
And what for?

If I can’t change or make believe 
These days arn’t what they’ll always be, 
Mine and yours -- why not let me soar?

Because, I don’t need this to be 
Any better than the place it is mean to land
Yeah, I just wanna see
A little further than the things I have on hand

You know, I don’t need this to be 
Any better than the place it is meant to land

Yeah, I just wanna see
A little further than the things I have on hand 
A little further than the things I have on hand 
A little further than the things I have on hand

On Hand

LYRICS:
My Intention...... My Intention

You could say my intention got away from me
I stood close to the words put in my head
And the meanings rearranged

Illuminating all the gray in-betweens 
I stared down every single thing you said
And the ground began to sway
Then shattered as it changed

Into a wave of reckoning
Into a wave of reckoning

Maybe there’s something to it
Being young and eager and naive
You took advantage and I didn’t see through it
So hopped up on tryin’ to please

You called it love, you called it a family 
Painted pictures and you asked me to believe
Sold me things in the name of being free  

My Intention...... My Intention

And you would say my intention got away from me
I stood close to the words put in my head 
And the meanings rearranged

Illuminating all the gray in-betweens 
I stared down every single thing you said
And the ground began to sway
Then shattered as it changed

Into a wave of reckoning
Into a wave of reckoning

My Intention
Sway....Change.....Wave.....

You pushed and I went through it over again
I had a match, but I didn’t know to use it 
Till the moment I hit my end, when

You called it love, you called it a family 
Painted pictures and you asked me to believe
Sold me things in the name of being free --- 

My mind goes quiet, with thoughts over you
Day-dreamin’ a catching that’s long overdue

Yeah, my mind goes quiet as a I picture it true
The smoke that rises stains the skies, once blue

My Intention

LYRICS:
Southern California late December night 
The temp is hoverin’ around fifty-two
Beach Boys Christmas plays on repeat 
And the neighbors are hittin’ the booze

Spanakopita, eggnog, pastitsio 
The festive trimmings of all the years past
I fly three thousand miles for my touchstone of cheer
But this time it’s fallen out of my grasp 

I’m home for the holidays 
Taking drives in the afternoon 
Down Santa Monica Freeway
To see the city that I refused
Ain’t love a funny thing?

Yeah I miss the mountains and I miss the beach
I miss the moments when we got along
But California Dreamin’ just wasn’t for me
Though Laurel Canyon sure could write a good song

Now I’m a snobby east coster and I’ve been that way 
Since 08’ when I went to jazz school
I never look back except for once a year
And I do it just for you, come home for the holidays

Taking drives in the afternoon 
Down Santa Monica Freeway
To see the city that I refused
Ain’t love a funny thing?
Ain’t love a funny thing?

A graveyard of dogs adorn our tree
Alongside old photos from Santa’s lap
Kal got a sled for Christmas back in 99’ and said
“What am I gonna do with that?”

It’s not that I don’t like to visit memories
But sometimes the wave hits me too strong 
It knocks me backward then suddenly
I’m reminded how I didn’t belong
And I belong 

Home for the holidays
Taking drives in the afternoon
Down Santa Monica Freeway 
To see the city I never really knew

I’m home for the holidays
Taking drives in the afternoon
Down Santa Monica Freeway
To see the city that I refuse, to lose

Ain’t love a funny thing?
Ain’t love 
Ain’t love a funny thing?

Home For The Holidays

Operating in the Fiona Apple / Dirty Projectors sphere of the alternative music spectrum, Nicole Saphos is known for her harmonically bold and rhythmically driven original music. To date, the LA-native, Philadelphia based artist has released three critically acclaimed albums, and has performed at venerated venues such as The Kennedy Center, Smithsonian American Art Museum and Rockwood Music Hall.

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