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Your War Games

from The Way The Trees Are by Big City

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It was flaming hot the day your mom
gave birth to you, her only son
The ceiling fan cut up the sun
into a puzzle on the tiles
where your dad melted undecided
You grew up tall in Wealth and Art
Well, I guess you were just like us

Some nights we used to run and hide
out in the woods like fireflies
The moon hung low
and that was all I needed then
But you needed more
You settled as a beggar and asked her
“May I stay in
and forever stand upon your peak,
with not a thing to sigh for or to seek?”

And now the rain falls down
The rain falls down
Well, I wanted it all, yes,
but not like that

There will be days like giant wings
right upon my shoulders
And nights keen on beauty
And you'll be none
No, you’ll be none
You’ll be none of them to me

A sparrow’s purr, a dragon’s breath
did toll the brilliant hour when
your ten brilliant fingers assessed
how much better you were than them
How far better that clown could be
compared to all the rest
And the many miles without a clue
I should cover with both hands glued
to my one dream
Recurring dream

And now the rain falls down
The rain falls down
Well, I wanted it all, yes,
but not like that

There will be days like giant wings
right upon my shoulders
And nights keen on beauty
And you'll be none
No, you’ll be none
You’ll be none of them to me

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from The Way The Trees Are, released May 6, 2013

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