David Arn The Record Might Show
She can make so many faces, she fan fix her gaze
When it gets broken
You swear you hear echoes of love
When no love has been spoken
Like a rose too gentle to last beyond its bloom
Her illusions warm then consume
There's nothing up her sleeve
Just the fantasy you believe
Life can be upstanding
Even when it's on its' knees
You know, you know you want it
You know, you know you want it
You,know, you know you want it bad
One face brings the holy moly
And leads you to distant shores farther than you can see
She takes you overboard from time to time
In rooms fragrant with Silk Road tea
To be a princess in a tower in Illinois
When you're a warrior in the wasteland with the boys
Eternal thrill is in the chase
Pack a bag in case
Life can be upstanding even when it's on its knees
Who knows, someday the record might show
You erased the chalk outline around your soul
Who knows, someday the record might show
You brought your nightly dying under control
Evening sun looks in the window frame
Laying shadows on steps of the game
The burning sun will make her blind
She's much more than they defined
Life can be upstanding even when its on its knees
