i don't want to be good or be bad anymore.
oh, wherever i go there's a note on my door:
"words we just make up to help in the fall"
and i don't have time to make sense of it all.
and i don't want to see you and start telling lies.
so when we get together, speak with the light
like the tree speaks a trance to the break of the dawn
cuz my thoughts get too tired and my words are all gone.
oh and did we even mention that we have some cool shows coming up
(including the start of a texas tour)????
myspace.com/andrewthomasandthebelievers
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