Counting Crows
Round here
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white...
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbing difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again.
Where ? I don't know.
Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why ? I don't know.
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates.
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand.
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land.
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus she parks her car outside of my house takes her clothes off, says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous.
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands.
Sleeping children got to run like the wind out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in out of the lightning
She says, "It's only my head."
She says, "Shhh... I know it's only my head."
But the girl on the car in the parking lot says : "Man, you should try to take a shot can't you see my walls are crumbling ?"
Then she looks up at the building and says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life she must be tired of something.
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very late...
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbing difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again.
Where ? I don't know.
Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why ? I don't know.
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates.
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand.
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land.
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus she parks her car outside of my house takes her clothes off, says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous.
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands.
Sleeping children got to run like the wind out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in out of the lightning
She says, "It's only my head."
She says, "Shhh... I know it's only my head."
But the girl on the car in the parking lot says : "Man, you should try to take a shot can't you see my walls are crumbling ?"
Then she looks up at the building and says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life she must be tired of something.
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very late...
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