Matthew Najar Slow Down
Even a vow that breaks
Is a metaphor, Now that's for sure.
Even a tooth that cracks can bite your back.
Even a heart that's pure,
Is an invitation right for breaking,
Even the ones who know don't know for sure.
But you better slow down,
Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
And I'm the world below.
You better slow down,
Every time you speak, I hear the sound,
But your lips are still.
Even a bond that breaks,
Is a telling tale the heart can grow stale,
Even an atheist will swear to God.
And all of this talk of love,
You can say forever, like whatever.
Even the ones you like don't have to love you back.
But you better slow down,
Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
I'm the world below.
You better slow down,
Every time you speak, I hear the sound,
But your lips are still.
Take all my hope for you,
Set it off alone,
Yeah, make it take the night bus home.
Make it and share a seat
A seat alone.
But the drunks in the bars,
The old woman keeping score of the time she felt defeated.
Will the crowd please remain seated?
I let you go.
But you better slow down,
Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
I'm the world below.
You better slow down,
Every time you speak, there is no sound,
And it's deafening.
But you better slow down,
Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
And there is a world below.
You better slow down,
Every time you speak, there is no sound.
It's killing me.
And it's killing me.
'Cos it's deafening,
There's a world below,
And it's hard to breathe.
And it's much too far,
And I hear you speak,
Out of reach.
It's deafening,
And it's deafening...
