all words by dylan munro.
imagine knowing someone you’ve never met. imagine you can’t remember the thing you said you can’t forget. imagine the world on a string and when it’s pulled, you’ll see there’s no puppets at all. we stumble. cars crash and airplanes come down. things happen, don’t they? well that’s what i tell myself. we carry on with our days like nothing’s wrong. nothing’s wrong. imagine the sleep in your eyes weighed you down. and now you’re running late on your first day. imagine you look at the dash, the hand’s on “E”. the smell of the fumes: a reminder nothing’s free. cars crash and airplanes come down. things happen, don’t they? well that’s what we tell ourselves. we carry on with our days like nothing’s wrong, but when lives flash in our eyes, they’re gone.
you’re sitting in the chair beside the window, but you envy the ones who avoid the light that seems to always fall on you. now you see your silhouette. has the realization hit you yet? that when you say it’s just another mistake, you’re lying to yourself. if you know it’s more than a harmless mistake, why say it’s nothing else? it’s a little like a man who’s sitting on a sidewalk, holding out his hand. he’s begging, but in his eyes he knows there’s no one but himself to blame. why don’t you feel the same when you say it’s just another mistake? and you want us to believe it when you say it’s all gonna end up okay. like an ace is up your sleeve. there’s nothing up your sleeve. you say it’s just another mistake. you pray that’s all it is. you say it’s just an honest mistake. you pray that all it is, is a story that you’ll tell twenty years down the road. and you’ll say, “what a stupid kid. i was a stupid kid.”
she is the rain and she’s soaking right through me. i don’t know her name, but i’m hoping someday she’ll know mine. She is the rain, but i don’t need to hide from this downpour. i’ll play her game; she can be my missing piece. When i’m in the rain, i feel warm. even when i’m cold and damp in the eye of a storm. Lay me down by the roaring flames. i’ll feel heat, but it can’t compare to dancing with the rain. She is the rain. i wonder if she will be unlike the rain, taking cover under me.
i look at you. through tired eyes i see that you’re alone. is my vision clear? i don’t know. you’re stunning me; i can’t believe that i have got a chance. but i remember a friend once told me, “she’ll never let you win.” you’re never around. a glance is all i catch when i reach out, and i should let it go; but i can’t convince myself. you’re stunning me. i can’t believe that i have got a chance. but in the end i know i’m playing a game i’ll never win. and now that so much is on the line, should i hold your hand? or will you wave with it goodbye? soon you’ll be rid of me, and you’ll wonder why you don’t feel like you thought you would. can you look me in the eye, and tell me what i’m supposed to think when you call me up some night? would a friend act like you?
lights will flicker
how many days will it take to make a light go on inside your head? you forget that i’m waiting. but i know it’s hard, the light is dim, and it’s not bright enough to notice something in me. so i’m hiding behind this guitar. without it, i’m afraid to speak my mind, to say you are a diamond in the ruff. i know it’s not enough to sing it, so i’ll drop this guitar; but only for you. how many nights will i wake up startled, to find you inside my head? i’m hoping the lights will flicker, ‘cause you know it’s hard for me to lie awake and wonder if you’ll ever be there. so i’m hiding behind this guitar. and though it’s hard, i will bring myself to ask you, to ask you this. should i keep hiding behind this guitar? or should i look you in the eye, and speak my mind, and say you are a diamond in the ruff? but i know it’s not enough to sing it, so i’ll drop this guitar; but only for you.
wake up to the “beep” of a machine beside your bed. the clock says noon, but it’s too early in your head. “what a crazy nightmare,” you were thinking to yourself. you run your fingers through your hair, you weren’t dreaming, you were out. try to remember a time when you looked through somebody’s eyes and you said to yourself, “this has all been worth it.” all that you were thinking was, “why won’t she let me in?” did that keep you from knowing that it could have been the end if you weren’t lying on the sidewalk, if you were in the woods instead? well, ignorance is full of bliss. you were out for an hour or two when they found you. now you’re all alone and you’re trapped in a room. may I ask you, do you still regret that night? or has it all just slipped your mind? you had me fooled; I thought after that you’d have changed. but no. you’re still the same.
when scars appear
a look of defeat hangs in your tender smile. it kills me to see you like this. it kills me that, this time, i can’t be the one to follow. be the one who’s fighting back the tears. i can’t pretend there’s no tomorrow. you’ll wake up and find those subtle scars appear. you try to hold it together for our sake. just let it out. and i’ll wish that, this time, i could be the one to follow, be the one who’s fighting back the tears. i could pretend there’s no tomorrow. we’d forget the days when subtle scars appear. yeah, we can always dream, but we both know I can’t be the one to follow, be the one who’s fighting back the tears. i can’t pretend there’s no tomorrow. you’ll always find that subtle scar appear. i can’t pretend anymore.
when you’re off to find yourself, i’ll be hoping that you’re off to find a better self. it’s not a joke when i say, you shouldn’t feel the way i do; i’m scared. i’m afraid, if there is a fire, they’ll keep me in my cage. they’ll lay me down beside her, my memory fades away. even though I pray, i may never find god. But i’ve found you. if you’re ill, feeling down, i’ll be watching over you. i’ll be around. and if you say that you need someone to help you through this day ‘cause you can’t do it alone, i’ll be there, if there is a fire, to keep you in your cage. lay you down beside her, your memory fades away. even though i’m sane, i’m still losing my mind, ’cause i’ve lost you. and if there is a fire, i’ll look right through the flames. i’ll see my one desire, and watch it slip away. even though i’m tame, i’m breaking through my cage. ‘cause i miss you.
promises of painted pictures hanging from your walls. promises of open doors into your open halls. he promises that gardening together won’t be such a chore. but you’re so sick of arguing, you’ve heard it all before. and that home is just a hope, so get away before your heart breaks. he’ll sit down and write a letter, thinking it’ll be okay. If i know you, you’ll know better than to trust him when he says “i love you”. ‘cause you hate it when he lies. he smiles, but you see right through his thin disguise. and that home is just a hope. so get away before your heart breaks to reveal your sorrow, when all you ask for is a better tomorrow. but he can’t hear. uh oh.
grains of sand
when my time has come you’ll be grieving, wishing you had faith in everything you don’t believe in. but answers come too late. now I’m lost and gone forever. does it hurt you to remember that we’re all just grains of sand? and now the hourglass turns again. when our time has come i’ll be dreaming, dreaming of a dove. its wings were all that we’d believe in, carrying our love. the wind picks up; our love is blown through the air. it falls like snow. we’re all just ticking hands, and now the clock strikes twelve again. hold on to what’s in your hands. hold on to me, or I may fall; ‘cause we’re all just grains of sand, and now the hourglass turns again.