I tried to write the perfect song
to let you know that I was wrong
and fix the bloody hole in the rof
where the hammer fell…
my shoes they fall in foreign places
looking for my other in a sea of faces
a girl and a boy in the corner
where the hammer fell
Sometimes i wonder…
Is there someone there to carry
you on there shoulders
for just a little longer
I was stuck stuck stuck in the past
I saw you at amoeba and we fell so fast
but fairy tales always fade
and the bruises last
I finally wrote the perfect song
I played it in my bedroom all night long
I thought of you but I couldn’t call
and the hammer falls
Sometimes i wonder…
Is there someone there to carry
you on there shoulders
for just a little longer
At twenty five I bought a sampler when my
band broke up- I thought I lost my spark
that old reaper left it’s mark
Sometimes I throw myself around…
Sometimes i wonder…
Is there someone there to carry
you on there shoulders
for just a little longer
