You in the living room
You on a Tuesday afternoon
A breeze seen when the curtains move

You by the window with both feet up on the couch
Where you sit and you read and I watch you

From the office the sunlight frames your silhouette
I think of lighting fireworks, I think of pirouettes
I idly write down observations on the scene
Like do the blueprints name the rooms alone?
Do we name them on our own?
We hardly live in there

You with a book propped on your knees
A breeze seen in your coffee steam

I'm in the office thinking back to rules of poetry
It's fourteen lines, the last two rhyme, what does pentameter mean?

You in the living room
Legs bent at forty-five degrees

I write AB AB, try to find your rhyme scheme
I look for objects on the desk with which to sculpt your image best
What would I name this could I paint it "Woman (reading)?" "Girl (at rest)?"

I remember it so well watching you shifting your weight,
Turning the page, I can see it all there
Inside a living room where only I live and never go in
A role in name alone

And I pause where I am for a second when I hear your name
Sometimes I think I see your face in improbable places
Do those moments replay for you?
When I'm suddenly there and then won't go away
When you're sitting in the living room reading for the afternoon
Do you put your book down look and try to find me there?

Sometimes I think of all the people who lived here before us
How the spaces in the memories you make change the room from just blueprints
To the place where you live

When you leave here
When you go from a home
You take all that you own but the memories echo

On hardwood floor in the living room
Tore the carpet the scratches below that we found
And the wine stain on the couch
We got drunk and decided we'd still try to move it around
And I can't tell what the difference is between
The ones that we made and the ones that we didn't make
They all conjure images still
Where you sit and you read in the sunlight aware that I watch

And I live alone now
Save for the echoes

I live alone now
Save for the echoes


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Woman (reading) Lyrics as written by Bradley Ryen Vander Lugt Adam David Vass

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    This has to be my favourite song on the album, it's amazing.

    I guess that it's obvious, a person used to live with another person and they no longer live together.

    I'd like to point out the part wich says: "When you leave here. When you go from a home. You take all that you own but the memories echo" That isn't just talking about a physical home, it talks about "the home" which you build "inside" another person (or the whole person itself), when they leave they take all that they own but you still remember everything about them and everything reminds you of them (memories echo), and the last bit, "I live alone now, save for the echo", the memories linger on his mind for a long time.

    I just love this song.

    Punt795on March 23, 2014   Link

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