The Left Side

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Shearwater - Rock, Acoustic

The Left Side

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A pretty one-eyed girl From the state of Maine Can't see the church It's on the left side of her brain But it's clothed in browning leaves And it wants to take her in And there's a Parson's robe inside That wants to feel her skin And the sleeves of warm, black cloth Are hungry for her wrists And the first page of the Holy Book Is hungry for her kiss But she'll go home on On the right hand of the interstate And the church upon the hill It will sit in browning leaves And it will wait for her Wait to be together But she won't want it, ever It's like a dream I had This girl I went to see And I can't sing her name She might be listening to me In a room of missing tiles We felt ourselves entwine And she bit my tongue and shouted As I crawled into her mind It was full of singing myths And apples in the air A soft, warm little room That was surrounded by her hair And, alone, when we awoke We stretched our legs and spoke To the people we were sleeping with In voices not our own In the cool of our beds With the words just dissipating In the open air ahead And this other world just waiting Until we're dead

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Credits

Writers
  • Will Sheff