Gazebo Lyrics

Alone on the train,
you're running towards or maybe away from a reason
to wake each morning.
Your thoughts again drift towards us and what we have
and haven't become.
Your head shakes and you think "never again."

It's true what they say about fools
who leave too soon,
they don't ever really move on.

Put your hand in your bag
and pull out the Carver book you grabbed before leaving.
And then you realize in this too she was right. You make an excuse, you make up a lie.
So what's left of your soul
like the best friend you just sold to sleep?
Easy at night.

It's true what they say about fools
who speak too soon, they don't ever really know
what they're getting into or out of.

You're on your way, the taste of blood from a bitten tongue.
You're in need of some new teeth that won't cave in.

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