Something- The Beatles Cover

You know you helped me write this song,
Only a thousand times before.
And though it wasn't always you, I knew then.
And now you're always on my mind,
And you don't even have to try.
Seems I wrote all those songs for you, yeah you.

So I will try to talk to you,
But every time I do,
This is what I say:

You sing that song so well (x2)

Bring a piano or guitar,
We'll write a song and sing our hearts.
You know it wasn't always you, it's true.

So I will try to say on cue,
Every day, that I need you.
Until then I'll just sing...

Every day there's been hearts broken,
By words left unspoken.
I need a change.

You know you helped me write this song,
Only a thousand times before.
And thought it wasn't always you, I knew then.

Every day there's been hearts broken,
By words left unspoken.
I need a change.

You sing that song so well (x2)

So I will try to talk to you,
But every time I do,
This is all I say:

You sing that song so well (x4)


You Sing That Song So Well


So old it's been retold,
Anna my dear.
And you should know,
I'd never fear,
To take the plunge,
If it's what you want.

What I'm thinking,

Inside your heart's a fire,
Go on burn me up.
My heart's a drunken child,
Scared it's not enough.

It's what I'm thinking,
As I'm sinking.

Falling, Falling.
Together, forever, whatever the time.
Epiphany, make up my mind.

Inside your heart's a fire,
Go on burn me up.
My heart's a drunken child,
Scared it's not enough.

And if you leave me...

Falling, Falling.
Together, forever, whatever the time.
Epiphany, make up my mind.

So old it's been retold,
Anna my dear.
And you should know,
That I'm never here.
Black porous lungs,
Turn my breath to flood.

What I'm thinking,
As I'm sinking.

Falling, Falling.
Together, forever, whatever the time.
Epiphany, make up my mind.

Falling, Falling.
Falling, Falling.


Falling

To the girl who made my bones her playground,
Ever since you left, my breath echoes, a lonely sound.
And in a glass house of sane thoughts, I look around.
What do I see? The Lady, imagined, turns her back to me.

The cabin in the woods is waiting, if you're missing home.
But you know, what you know, so I'll roam,
Inside my dusty dome.

Discarded and forgotten, I've found my place.
I'll reside as a phantom in your reverie, won't leave a trace.
Echoes paint the shadow, so vibrant, he smiles.
The candles burning low; Flames rise up to match its glow.

The cabin in the woods is burning, but you're not at home.
'Cause it's a ghost's home, where no wind blows at all.
It's just a dusty dome.

The spirit in the sky is waiting, but your star's not there.
It moved on to that same old song my friend,
And so I'll sing:

To the girl who made my bones her playground,
Ever since you left, my breath echoes, a lonely sound...


Dusty Dome

Oh, is this my heart?
Well it's seen better days, but so's the sea.
'Cause Fukushima has made its way downstream,
And I won't miss a thing, except the trees.

You ask me, "Does it really show?", na na na na,
As birds fall from the sky like stones.
We put this weight upon their wings, never forgive us.
And I won't miss a thing.

It kills me, the end.
To think we'll have to start again anew...
And I won't miss a thing, except for you.

Don't you tire of it all? Fa la la la.
Living your life inside a shopping mall.
They called it "home" to glue your wings, won't come undone.
And I won't miss a thing.

Fukushima has made its way downstream,
And it as come for you, and come for me.

You ask me, "Does it really show?", na na na na,
As birds fall from the sky like stones.
We put this weight upon their wings, never forgive us.
And I won't miss a thing...


Wont Miss a Thing

Does it feel,
Close to real,
When you offer up a ghost as sacrifice?
And is it change,
That you hate?
And when you steal from me, why does it feel so right?

He makes his home,
Inside of aching bones.
A view of his world, she sees behind a cigarette.
And he loved her since the time that he forgot they met,

And if I'm always changing,
And if you're always taking,
Then I guess I could stay with you.

I found someone to live for,
In my head, there's no rent,
To pay for the stay.
So welcome, Mrs. Imaginary.

And if you lack a mirror,
I hope you'll see a little clearer...

He stands his ground,
On bended knee.
Past taller men, he could not ever see
.
And if I'm always changing...
And if you're always taking...

I found someone to live for,
In my head, there's no rent,
To pay for the stay.
So welcome Mrs. Imaginary.
I found someone to die for,
In my head, there's no rent,
To pay for the stay.
So welcome Mrs. Imaginary.

Does it feel,
Close to real,
When you offer up a ghost as sacrifice.
And is it change,
That you hate?
And when you steal from me, why does it feel so right?



Mrs. Imaginary

Down a semitone too low,
A minor's got you by the throat.
And though it may be running slow,
My train of thought will take me home.

Down there, where I lost my breath, in a sea of cares.
Down there, where we have lost it, in a sea of cares...

And were we down beneath the waves?
That ship has sailed; Who runs this train?

Down there, where I lost my breath, a dusty, lifeless prayer.
Down there, where we have lost it, in a sea of cares...

And if there's something missing,
Or if you just need fixing come by,
We got snacks and supplies.
And I will always care for,
The beauty of a broken bridge behind,
Where I assume my binds...

And were we down beneath the waves?
For where I was, there is no name.

Down there, where I lost my breath, in a sea of cares.
Down there, where we have lost it, in a sea of cares.
Where we have lost it, in a sea of cares.
Where we have lost it, in a sea of cares...


Down There

Mama's shopping for a brand new type of virus.
She's coming home with a bundle of memories, just for me.
She said, "It's gonna be a killer, won't you try this?"
Bottle fed, but the milk isn't so cheap. Not for me.

Papa's bought himself a brand new kind of control.
He says I never really fit the mould, my poor soul.

Nanananananananana

(Break)

Nananananananananana

Mama's shopping for a brand new type of virus.
Coming home with a bundle of memories, just for me.
Mama's shopping for a brand new type of virus.
Bottle fed, but the milk isn't so cheap. Not for me.

Funky

Took a walk down Wall Street,
Triggered my vertigo.
But I don't mind as long as,
I'm free and alone and broke.

No, I won't go, to the office.
Big cheese try make me.
My home's on the road, with my best friend,
Cheap Dirty Whiskey.

Took some time this morning,
To play with the creatures in my head.
The men in suits, the walking dead.
I think I'll watch the sky instead.

And every day, they swear to god,
That that poor homeless man got what he deserved,
Because he couldn't serve.

So no, I won't go, to the office.
Big cheese try make me.
My home's on the road, with my best friend,
Cheap Dirty Whiskey.

And if I am truly so free, 
Then why must the keep reminding me?
I'll make my living on the street,
But you can keep your coins, 'cause I want change.
How many homeless families does it take,
To make a billionaire's throne?
Oh...

Took a walk down Wall Street,
Triggered my vertigo.
But I don't mind as long as,
I'm free and alone and broke.

Well no, I won't go, to the office,
Big Cheese try make me.
My home's on the road, with my best friend,
Cheap Dirty Whiskey.
And no, I won't go, to the office,
Big Cheese try make me.
My home's on the road, with my best friend,
Cheap Dirty Whiskey,
Ah Cheap Dirty Whiskey,
Ah Cheap Dirty Whiskey,
Aho.


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