"How We Love" as written by and Ingrid Michaelson....
I knew a man who was afraid to love
To lay his heart on the bathroom rug
He drank his coffee in the same old mug
And sat in silence 'til the world fell numb

Until the day when a girl came by
She had eyes like the rising tide
He felt a sharpness deep inside
The kind of ache that can't be satisfied

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
And we love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars (Ooh)

So he turned to the radio
And he went to a picture show
Tried to find someone else who knows
All the hurt that a heart can hold

She smelled like cinnamon and winter clove
And sparked like firewood inside a stove
Wanted to ask her just to sit and stay
Instead he watched as she walked away

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars

Ooh ooh
Ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves, we're cursing the stars


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"How We Love" as written by Ingrid Michaelson

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    General CommentThis is probably my favorite song off of the new album. <3 "she had eyes like the rising tide." I love it.
    PirateArmadilloon February 15, 2012   Link
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    General CommentI can't believe more people haven't commented on this song! Just because it's not upbeat...

    I think it means that we love things when they're good to us, but as soon as they're bad we don't feel quite as fondly towards them. And as far as love itself, we fear falling back into it once we've been hurt. So we just sit alone, stoic, never reaching out.

    I really like this stanza:
    "So he turned on the radio,
    And he went to a picture show.
    Tried to find someone else who knows,
    All the hurt that a heart can hold."
    (although, I thought it was, "..he turned to the radio.."? Maybe not.) It reminds me of what I do. When I'm feeling particularly moody, I'll look to some sort of art (whether that's visual...or a movie or music!), trying to find a song that speaks to how I'm feeling and I can relate to. Kind of like with this song.

    Oh and---"...And sat in silence till the world fell numb." AND "...He felt a sharpness deep inside.
    The kind of ache that can't be satisfied."

    I love Ingrid Michaelson! Not only is she a musician, but an artist and writer. The perfect qualities.
    soifheon April 28, 2012   Link

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