Defiance, Ohio - To Lanterns, Denver, And One Last Lament lyrics
[Defiance, Ohio - To Lanterns, Denver, And One Last Lament lyrics]
Saying "I hate" and "I didn't
Think the time was right
" are sometimes the same or at
Least alike ina ction i
Think you should say "this is
What I want" Maybe Columbus
Went to far and Bloomington, well
That's where we are
But, I'd like to think we would be relevent
To each other again one of these days
(I want) you to be what
All the printed cloth and
Papers proclaim! what all your favorite
Bands seem to explain
Who would have thought that I'd end up
Here, that you'd end up here
But that this is
Where you and I should end? Though I think
It should and know it's for the best
I want you to know that you're still just
As beautiful as the day we met
And when we speak again
I can tell you how I still
Can't roll cigarettes, or how I
Showed up in Denver, once almost by
Accident, or how I learned of Diogynes'
Haunts of Rome in search of
Honest men and you'd tell me
Things I could never predict
Of bikes or of the Baltic Sear or the woes
Of your last laments things I'd never expect
We write the songs of revolution
And we write the songs of the love it's not
Always easy to sing along, and it's near
Impossible to sing twice as loud
When your best friend quit's singing along!
Think the time was right
" are sometimes the same or at
Least alike ina ction i
Think you should say "this is
What I want" Maybe Columbus
Went to far and Bloomington, well
That's where we are
But, I'd like to think we would be relevent
To each other again one of these days
(I want) you to be what
All the printed cloth and
Papers proclaim! what all your favorite
Bands seem to explain
Who would have thought that I'd end up
Here, that you'd end up here
But that this is
Where you and I should end? Though I think
It should and know it's for the best
I want you to know that you're still just
As beautiful as the day we met
And when we speak again
I can tell you how I still
Can't roll cigarettes, or how I
Showed up in Denver, once almost by
Accident, or how I learned of Diogynes'
Haunts of Rome in search of
Honest men and you'd tell me
Things I could never predict
Of bikes or of the Baltic Sear or the woes
Of your last laments things I'd never expect
We write the songs of revolution
And we write the songs of the love it's not
Always easy to sing along, and it's near
Impossible to sing twice as loud
When your best friend quit's singing along!