Was it the darkness on the edge of town,
An addiction to such bad ideas, or the disco breaking down?
Or something dormant born in me.
From the albums that my father played,
Or my own dive into these record crates,
For what I lack, I'm never going back... no I'm never going back to sleep.
Is it too much to wear it on my sleeve?
You'll never know how much your songs meant to me.
Was it the little brother in my head,
the sound of Montreal bleeding, a coral fang that pierced,
Or something else under my skin.
From the shows where I came alive,
The long walks home those drunken nights,
Screaming so loud, trying to learn how... I was trying to learn how to sing.
Is it too much to wear it on my sleeve?
You'll never know how much your songs...
They meant to me when I was praying for thunder,
A melody to take me away, long nights at home...
Is it too much?
Your melodies they took root in these bones.
|Your every word lending breath to these lungs forever more.
Won't you take me?
Up all night, I was praying for thunder, a melody to take me away...
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