Erin Mckeown You Don't Know
who am i to sing a love song
i hold myself away
yeah, but listen to the sound of a house running
well all houses are the same
and all the sadness in your heart
it won't bring me back to you, no
yeah but, doesn't it make you wonder how a love,
a love made so easily could shy beneath november's harvest moon
dark in a stranger's open kitchen
well, i stripped you to your bare feet and more
yeah, it makes me feel so foolish now
thinking of everything i did
tell me, i was pretty at the time
was i pretty at the time?
i'm afraid for you to hear me say these words
it's the same every, everyone i've hurt
but i will try to remember how you wandered away
to follow some long echo of a bird
and all the sadness in your lonesome countryside
well, it won't bring me back to you, no, no
trust me, you don't want me around
and i'm too always fond of leaving...
and i'm too fond of always leaving you
you don't know how much i loved you
no, you don't know how much i loved you
no, you don't know, you don't know...
you don't know how much i loved you
now, you don't know
