Wet Feet
from Wires by mister ebby
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lyrics
My cons have worn through and I'm looking for the prose, to help me get out from under these woes so heavy, I see the words that could help me.
Resole my hopes, re-shod my desires, that I lost somewhere after all those crossed wires I'd had with you, months ago, that set me on the road.
Driving in circles around this small town and missing the exits, like a tourist in a rental, sat on the wrong side, caught out by the unfamiliar road signs.
All pointing in directions that don't correlate to the numbers on the map of the life that I'd sketched out on a napkin, with you one day while sat in a café.
Having coffee with you and we laughed at the plans that we made, which would never come true, which I guess we both knew back then.
So I walk through this town with my Cons soaking through, and my feet feeling heavy when I'm thinking on you, but perhaps it's just water soaking my socks.
And I look at the Pros rushing past on the street in suits on lunchbreaks in cafés where we once sat down, but I keep walking.
And stop in shop, try on a new pair of shoes,
To keep out the rain, and the water, and you.
Resole my hopes, re-shod my desires, that I lost somewhere after all those crossed wires I'd had with you, months ago, that set me on the road.
Driving in circles around this small town and missing the exits, like a tourist in a rental, sat on the wrong side, caught out by the unfamiliar road signs.
All pointing in directions that don't correlate to the numbers on the map of the life that I'd sketched out on a napkin, with you one day while sat in a café.
Having coffee with you and we laughed at the plans that we made, which would never come true, which I guess we both knew back then.
So I walk through this town with my Cons soaking through, and my feet feeling heavy when I'm thinking on you, but perhaps it's just water soaking my socks.
And I look at the Pros rushing past on the street in suits on lunchbreaks in cafés where we once sat down, but I keep walking.
And stop in shop, try on a new pair of shoes,
To keep out the rain, and the water, and you.
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These wires connect us - these hammers make us sing.
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Jul 22Dublin, Ireland
discography
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Nov 2011
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