| Time |
Event |
| 7:21p |
when you're walking downtown
do you wish i was there?
do you wish it was me?
with the windows clear
and the mannequins' eyes
do they all look like mine? |
| 7:33p |
and you ask me what i want this year
and i try to make this kind and clear
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
cause i don't need boxes wrapped in strings
and designer love and empty things
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days |
| 7:34p |
twenty years have came and went since i walked out of your door. i never quite made it back to the one i was before. and god, it hurts me, to think of you, for the light in your eyes was gone. sometimes i don't know why this old world can't leave well enough alone. |
| 7:50p |
So I'll clear the road, the gravel
And the thornbush in your path
That burns a scented oil
That I'll drip into your bath
The water's there to warm you
And the earth is warmer
When you laugh |
| 7:51p |
Breaking My Own Heart- Haste The Day
Left to my ambitions I find myself feeling
Short of breath and losing hope again
When will I be free
When will I feel alive
I am at my end and I can't breath
I can't breathe everything I do is useless
I can't do this on my own I'm fading
Too many times I've left in silence
This time I won't give up so soon
Crying out for some relief
I keep breaking my own heart
Giving up on my resolve
I keep trying but I keep failing
This all seems so familiar
I think we've been here once before
Saying sorry once again
Saying sorry once again |
| 8:05p |
i found myself in the riches
your eyes, your lips, your hair
and you were everywhere
i woke up in the ditches
i hit the light and i thought you might be here
but you were nowhere |
| 10:48p |
Brightest- Copeland
If you find yourself here on my side of town
I'd pray that you'd come to my door
Talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about
Cause I don't remember anymore
I just know that she warms my heart
And knows what all my imperfections are
And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar
And I just know that she warms my heart
And knows what all my imperfections are
And she says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar |
| 10:49p |
you are gone, but now i like all my parts
it's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow
it's funny, i like me best with a broken heart
so when winter starts to thaw
you may be tempted to come around
and it's likely to be too late |