Lyrics

The Shape of Things
Lyrics and music by Ryan Van

It seems these lights
will try to hesitate tonight;
they'll take the glare out of your eyes.

And you don't want me to know
anything from your days of old
you think might land you in a fight.

We'll get along with the best of anyone;
as long as they don't lash out and bite.

And I know,
what it feels like when your soul is old,
when you're only 35.
Yeah I know,
what it feels like when your soul is old,
and you're strugglin' to compromise.

Be with me, sit with me,
drink with me, look at me,
listening to the beat as I talk my way out.

Be with me, sit with me,
drink with me, look at me,
witnessing all the creeps that Falwell touts.
And it's no wonder, how freedom rings;
And it's no wonder, the shape of things.

And I know,
what it feels like when your soul is old,
when you're only 35.
Yeah I know,
what it feels like when your soul is old,
and you're strugglin' to compromise.