i haven't seen you since that brooklyn night
i guess it's been about a year by now
cold and rainy, in a poets words
talking crimson in a drunken way
i was frozen in a window pane
kind of like i was on a movie screen
your hair was darker than i remembered it
i was as awkward as i could have been
so much has changed it seems
nothing ever changes
i found a way to wear a thousand different faces
time creeps into my dreams
breathe deep
fill your lungs with me
headaches, stalemates
chest names, i'm trembling
ink stains, text to burn
am i leaving, am i leaving
i found your face
in my dreams the last two nights
what are you doing here
what am i singing for
a window setup groaning to the clutch
the clutch has always been right there for him
i'm sorry i'm pushing her away
i'm talking crimson in a drunken sway
i'm talking crimson in a drunken sway
so much has changed it seems
nothing ever changes


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    Lyric CorrectionA couple of corrections.

    "Chest Pain, i'm trembling." (this is a fairly often theme mentioned in Chris's songs....ie chest pains from smoking/drinking.)


    (a window setup groaning to the clutch
    the clutch has always been right there for him)

    This line should be, "A window sitter grown into a crutch, the crutch thats always been right there for him."
    manicmarkuson December 13, 2010   Link

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