[Verse 1]
Well it would take a mountain of men to move me
And that'd be a long way from the way that you spoke
In your head so clearly without break or breath
Or words redefining
I was stuck on my pride
And the skin
And the sinking it in
And you told me
"Wipe your brow, clean me off
Give me time to figure it out."
[Chorus]
Some songs we could sing, and never mean it
Some songs leave a ring
And you hate the few who were bold
Some burn up the sleeve
And drive too far to remember
[Verse 2]
Well I wasn't lost, I was here
I was three fingers in
I was the junkyard, and the bumper
For the few feeling left
Well it would take a mountain of men to move me
And that'd be a long way from the way that you spoke
In your head so clearly without break or breath
Or words redefining
I was stuck on my pride
And the skin
And the sinking it in
And you told me
"Wipe your brow, clean me off
Give me time to figure it out."
[Chorus]
Some songs we could sing, and never mean it
Some songs leave a ring
And you hate the few who were bold
Some burn up the sleeve
And drive too far to remember
[Verse 2]
Well I wasn't lost, I was here
I was three fingers in
I was the junkyard, and the bumper
For the few feeling left
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