The Show

歌詞

I want to know you like I know myself, From the morning to the evening bell I burned my fingers on the stove. I have problems letting go Winter creeps in & settles on the bones Just summer passes on tip-toes I made a fire, cast a spell, crossed my heart and wish you well. Brothers told me that she's been asking of my whereabouts and when I go She is wild as the garden thorn bush So I do not touch her until I know how she grows I lost the race; I'm waiting on the show Punched the wind out from my sails long ago, Every action has a motive and a goal I make a fist of auburn leaves and rub my hand upon my knee So I ask myself now, alone Should I follow you or be gone