Single Mothers - Evidence Locker lyrics
[Single Mothers - Evidence Locker lyrics]
I left everybody and went home to rest
There was a silence to the departure
It wasn't quite silent
But there was silence to it
The way when it’s been raining
For a long time
The noise of it all just bends
And sit's in whatever you're doing
And then you only really notice when
You get up and it's gone
Well, it was one of those, I guess
And I got up, a spattering of life, of living
Of evidence that we existed
That was littered everywhere
And that’s what it felt like: litter
Is this what a soul feels like
Something thrown out a car window?
Is that what a soul feels like
Just evidence in a locker?
There were a lot of long funny
Days wrapping up in this
It was a timeframe of an explosion
And we were about to break that weak façade
We had a cool, cynical approach to technology
You couldn't get a hold of
Us if you tried and
Nobody was trying to get a hold of us
At least much back then
We were a lonely gang
We were a desperate clique
We wanted you to want to be you and me
We didn't trust anything
And that's what this whole
Thing stems from: trust
I didn't think of God back then
As anything other than a word
But now as we're packing up and
Spinning our loose ends together
I know so many words that
Have lost or gained meaning
I say sorry a whole lot
But the right people never hear me
You're a stowaway you're a hollow thought
A faith that comes and goes
As awkwardly as you want
There was gasoline on my hands
Mixing with a bit of glass from the window
There was a little rainbow in my blood
It stirred in me quiet and lyrical
So I left and went home to rest
I managed to get myself to bed
But there wasn’t really much of me left
We were a lonely gang
We were on a desperate streak
I wanted you to want to be you and me
I would have done anything and
You took my trust
But, I guess what this whole
Thing stems from is lust
I didn’t think of myself back then
As much more than a name
But now that I'm thinking of
Our loose ends together
I know so many names that
Have lost or gained meaning
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But it doesn’t make it easy
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But it doesn't make it easy
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But it doesn't make it easy
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But it doesn't make it easy
There was a silence to the departure
It wasn't quite silent
But there was silence to it
The way when it’s been raining
For a long time
The noise of it all just bends
And sit's in whatever you're doing
And then you only really notice when
You get up and it's gone
Well, it was one of those, I guess
And I got up, a spattering of life, of living
Of evidence that we existed
That was littered everywhere
And that’s what it felt like: litter
Is this what a soul feels like
Something thrown out a car window?
Is that what a soul feels like
Just evidence in a locker?
There were a lot of long funny
Days wrapping up in this
It was a timeframe of an explosion
And we were about to break that weak façade
We had a cool, cynical approach to technology
You couldn't get a hold of
Us if you tried and
Nobody was trying to get a hold of us
At least much back then
We were a lonely gang
We were a desperate clique
We wanted you to want to be you and me
We didn't trust anything
And that's what this whole
Thing stems from: trust
I didn't think of God back then
As anything other than a word
But now as we're packing up and
Spinning our loose ends together
I know so many words that
Have lost or gained meaning
I say sorry a whole lot
But the right people never hear me
You're a stowaway you're a hollow thought
A faith that comes and goes
As awkwardly as you want
There was gasoline on my hands
Mixing with a bit of glass from the window
There was a little rainbow in my blood
It stirred in me quiet and lyrical
So I left and went home to rest
I managed to get myself to bed
But there wasn’t really much of me left
We were a lonely gang
We were on a desperate streak
I wanted you to want to be you and me
I would have done anything and
You took my trust
But, I guess what this whole
Thing stems from is lust
I didn’t think of myself back then
As much more than a name
But now that I'm thinking of
Our loose ends together
I know so many names that
Have lost or gained meaning
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But it doesn’t make it easy
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But it doesn't make it easy
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But it doesn't make it easy
I say sorry a whole lot
But you never seem to hear me
I say sorry a whole lot
But it doesn't make it easy