Z Berg - Charades lyrics
[Z Berg - Charades lyrics]
I've never owned a camera
The pictures in my mind
Instantly forgotten in the haste
Of passing time put away your pedestal
Hide your crystal ball
If you find me out, please let me know
I'd love to get the call
We drift on the surface and die in the depths
As the skipping stone sinks to it's grave
Charades, charades, charades
Sunday driving on a Tuesday afternoon
I remember days that could never end too soon
Ice melts, flashes fade
The chill will make you ache
For the quiet of sobriety
I prayed that it would stay
We drift on the surface and die in the depths
As the skipping stone sinks to it's grave
Charades, charades, charades
A dream of form in days of thought
I sought to remain but weary eyes
Make heavy hearts that long to be chained
I think it was the record
But it sounded like the house
If the music weren't so loud
You could hear me crying out
Like two gut string guitars tuned
A half step apart
You can't tell me what you need and so
I give you what I want
We drift on the surface and die in the depths
Every skipping stone sinks to it's grave
Charades, charades, charades
Charades, charades, charades
The pictures in my mind
Instantly forgotten in the haste
Of passing time put away your pedestal
Hide your crystal ball
If you find me out, please let me know
I'd love to get the call
We drift on the surface and die in the depths
As the skipping stone sinks to it's grave
Charades, charades, charades
Sunday driving on a Tuesday afternoon
I remember days that could never end too soon
Ice melts, flashes fade
The chill will make you ache
For the quiet of sobriety
I prayed that it would stay
We drift on the surface and die in the depths
As the skipping stone sinks to it's grave
Charades, charades, charades
A dream of form in days of thought
I sought to remain but weary eyes
Make heavy hearts that long to be chained
I think it was the record
But it sounded like the house
If the music weren't so loud
You could hear me crying out
Like two gut string guitars tuned
A half step apart
You can't tell me what you need and so
I give you what I want
We drift on the surface and die in the depths
Every skipping stone sinks to it's grave
Charades, charades, charades
Charades, charades, charades