Passion Pit Live To Tell The Tale
this is the room where we always dreamed
of grass and splendid evenings
emitting frequencies, lost between the
leaves and things
and i held on brightly, crushing quietly
feeling mountains rising out of
make-believe seas, creating typhoons
of feelings not easily made without need
god bless that smile on your face
god bless the seeds in the ground
god bless my family's keen gaze,
oh, i know
that whatever happens to you,
whatever happens to me,
i hope that i'll fall asleep
knowing that you'll always be
the story with no ending
the whole slew blossomed beautifully,
and i was beside myself
so i gave into your love
as you rapture asleep, upended
and this is like i have always dreamed:
cobblestone and dusty feet
that's the way it should always be
head over heels and deftly
wonderful and healthy
god bless that smile on your face
god bless the seeds in the ground
god bless my family's keen gaze, oh,
i know that whatever happens to you,
whatever happens to me,
i hope that i'll fall asleep
knowing that you'll always be
the story with no ending
i never thought you were here
you've never left me, have you?
you've never left me at all--not once, and i'm sorry i'm such a bore
i'm sorry i am so hard
i swear to god, i'll be good
from now on, and
god bless that smile on your face
god bless the seeds in the ground
god bless my family's keen gaze, oh,
i know that whatever happens to you,
whatever happens to me,
i hope that i'll fall asleep
knowing that you'll always be
the story with no ending
