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lyrics
Please let it be ok let this fall away
And reveal some new kind of day
We would never know
Let us still grow old
And fall in love
And in awe
‘Cause I feel all this passing time
Makes me hard to find
‘Cause how do we make a plan
A dream a life that seems
Ok pretty good not bad
At least we have
Something to remember something up ahead
Something to hold onto
Maybe live with less regret
I Was Just Your Evening
I was just your evening
I was just a glass of water
I was something to believe in
Like a ghost or holy father
You know it’s weird
But I nearly forgot my middle name
When I entered the room
Like I was getting up on stage
Singing the chorus on repeat
‘Cause I just loved the way you looked at me
Nobody warns you
There’s no patterns or predictions
You were just another storm who refuses to listen
To the verse at the end we pretend to understand
Until you hear it again
All of sudden you’re so broken
‘Cause it rips you apart
And it shakes you awake
Some of us want to feel it
While the rest of us escape
Everyone’s so sorry
About your dad and all your stories
About the hand you keep on playing
And the lives they get away with
But I knew as a kid
That I wasn’t going to let it
Be a ghost or a scar
That deemed my heart forbidden
And I wish that for you
I hope somebody breaks through
For the day you don’t believe yourself
For the night you just need someone else
To see you
So delighted that Angel is finding that "hard won acceptance" that she sought and hope that her future path is one of authenticity. This work is one marked by melodious but not overwrought emotion, striking an intuitive balance of warmth and skill. hailhumanists
Intimate and unique. This album plays well with a bottle of Syrah crunched up in your finest pair of headphones with candles lit in a steamy bubble bath. sig