Dusky

Lyrics

Blessed is the front porch and your six Pabsts Your feet on the milkcrate And your hands in your lap Something's on your mind, your eyes brighten You pull me in again with your excitement You notice every angle The way you look at buildings The way you look at people I want to hear your interpretation You've got ways of seeing hidden meaning Another five minutes since we last spoke Blessed is the front porch Because I'm going for a smoke Something's on my mind, it's getting dusky I tell myself not to worry, but how can I trust me When I worry about everything? Every little reaction, every passing sigh I could turn mountains into dust Where would that leave us? Clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy In our house the sickness is the same as the remedy I know you feel it too and it clearly bothers you I say "it's okay, don't worry," But you can tell that I think it might not be Because you notice everything Every little reaction, every passing sigh You could turn mountains into dust Where would that leave us? You notice everything Every little reaction, every passing sigh I'm not up for interpretation Blessed are the places that grant us patience