(lyrics are written by Breanne)


Yesterday I spent asleep,
Woke up in my clothes, in a dirty heap
Spent the night trying to make a deadline
Squeeze our complicated lives into a simple headline
I have your face in an old Polaroid,
Daddy and the children’s clothes and toys

You’re smiling back at me,
I took the photo from the fridge
Can't remember whatever we did
I've been being with a woman, feels like for years,
Part of you the whole time, your salty tears
The city world sometimes produces a rose,
The scent of it lingers, and then it just goes

The worst of us are a long drawn out confession,
The best of us are geniuses of compression
They say you're not going to leave the truth alone,
I'm here 'cause I don't want to go home
Child drinking dirty water from the river bank,
Solider brings oranges he got out from a tank
Waiting on the waiter, who's taking a while to come,
Watching the sun go down, in Lebanon

I got a head like a lit cigarette,
Unholy clouds are effecting our minarets,
You’re so high above me, higher then everyone
Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon?

Choose your enemies carefully 'cause they will define you
Make them interesting, 'cause in some ways they remind you,
And up there in the beginning, were your story ends,
It's going to last with you longer than your friends


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Thanks to (Breanne) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 22, 2009