Lyrics

I wouldn't change the rain,
not even if I could,
you can stay the same, too,
as if you ever would,
take these tatters that I wear,
& weave a blanket with your hair,
I will sleep beneath it soundly when the day's done..

I wouldn't change your name,
I like the sound of it,
a name is just a sound that somehow seems to fit,
take the stories that you tell,
throw them down a wishing well,
so I may dream about you fondly when the day's done..
all the anger that I keep hidden up my conjurer's sleeve,
I have turned to colored scarves, doves appear and disappear,
my best friend and oldest fear:
wondering if the world is pleased
with these few card tricks that I know..

I tried to change the world, but,
I made a mess of it,
I had to beg the rain, please,
to wash it clean again,
take the armor that I forged,
& melt it down into a porch swing,
I will swing with you at twilight when the day's done,
all the anger that I keep hidden up my conjurer's sleeve,
I have turned to colored scarves, doves appear and disappear,
my best friend and oldest fear:
wondering if the world is pleased
with these few card tricks that I know..
take the armor that I forged,
melt it down into a porch swing,
I will swing with you at twilight..
take the stories that you tell,
throw them down a wishing well,
so I may dream about you fondly..
take these tatters that I wear,
weave a blanket with your hair,
and I will sleep beneath it soundly when the day's done...