What would happen If I flew to San Fransisco Wouldn't make much sense From the outside looking in Coming around again All the answers Far too many questions
These are the thoughts that keep me up at night Asleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite In love with a fool feasting for my eyes Fern Dell, Fern Dell
Earth doesn't come alone, now does it Present perfect tense So you made yourself a new world Where even strangers make more sense I pay the pain up right
I want your number so we can talk I can't remember the last time I felt so lost You changed your address, you changed your name You were an Indian Summer
I could handle your tortured heart Even piece it together whenever you ripped it apart But I can never be that kind of girl Who absorbs that kind of
Restless to begin A wave comes crashing in The band on stage is tuning Jacarandas are blooming Your face sketched in the trees Puts my mind at ease
(Instrumental)
Tired of waiting, tired of hiding Went a little late last night But do you know how it feels under the wheels Turning in the back of my mind We've both
Now I'm walking on my own two feet The sun is shining, my shadow is stretched Across the street and I meet the eyes of a stranger I can't quite place
Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha-ha, ha, ha Could I close the door behind me And lock myself outside alone Could somebody please remind me Why this bird still hasn
I?ll make this painless, try to be sweet I could break your heart any day of the week Squeeze life out of you, wrap you in sheets I could break your
I'll make this painless, try to be sweet I could break your heart any day of the week Squeeze life out of you, wrap you in sheets I could break your heart
Love doesn't come alone, now does it? Present perfect tense So you made yourself a little world Where even strangers make more sense I play the pain
Tired of waiting, tired of hiding Went a little late last night But do you know how it feels under the wheels Turning in the back of my mind? We have
What would happen if I flew to San Francisco? Wouldn't make much sense from the outside looking in Coming around again All the answers, far too many
Restless to begin, a wave comes crashing in The band on stage is tuning, jacarandas are blooming Your face sketched in my dreams puts my mind at ease
I could handle your tortured heart Even piece it together whenever you ripped it apart But I can never be that kind of girl who absorbs that kind of suffering
Could I close the door behind me and lock myself outside alone? Could somebody please remind me why this bird still hasn't still flown To a treetop on
