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Gordon Downie - Willow Logic lyrics
I have a secret. Tell me. No. Please tell me. No. Put it out of your mind. Please? If I put it out of my mind, then will you tell me? She was always like that, even as a kid, secret and apologetic, quiet like a deer moving between the sunshine and uncertainty He yells at her up until she goes pale then resumes his job as a painter, painting all the fire hydrants yellow within a certain framework And she wouldn't always feel so good, all the time, but over the course of the day she'd forget, the dancer in her run amok, she'd forget and from the forest edge, he'd come Returning home's not to be construed as anything resembling a tender mood stay in my orbit though it's lacking certain latitude But then it goes late; the been, are, going of another day is bobbled and caught and she says nice things to go to sleep like Charles Comfort and Mimico Creek The nocturnal shh of the saboteur whispering, 'there's nothing counterfeit about the summer'- it took big waves of discipline to learn they pump the birdsong in She was always like that and like now, watching the swallows gobble tonight's complement of blood-suckers, thank Christ, she's trying to be silent when catching a bug in mid-flight might be easier I have a secret. Tell me. No. Please tell me. No. Put it out of your mind Please? If I put it out of my mind, then will you tell me? |
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