Song Description
We all have things we're running from but sometimes we run FROM those issues and right INTO others.
Song Length |
3:12 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Anxious, Restless |
Subject |
Existence, Fear |
Similar Artists |
Wilco, Jack Johnson |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Your perfume reminds him
Of a time when
Your eyes weren't wires
And your lashes weren't barbs
On his sleeve is where he
Keeps his heart,
But there's no love
With a broken arm
There's an onyx casket
Filled with sin
It's sealed with safety pins,
So you don't need to be
An escape artist
Paints himself safe
He runs from fear
But he ends up near
The well, filled
With life's mistakes
Oh well, they're the things that really
Make life great
There are pills to numb and
Medicines to kill
There are mountains constantly shaking,
They'll eventually be hills
Which contrary to popular belief,
Is not as bad as it seems
An escape artist
Paints himself safe
He runs from fear
But he ends up near
The well, filled
With all life's mistakes
Oh well, they're what put the silver in the clouds,
To replace the gray