Rustic Overtones Slowly
(D. Gutter) The distance that distance can make these voices keep talking away I confess about this I'm not sane but these edges don't seem quite as frayed That night I cried next to you I didn't mean to make you worry what my disturbing conscience can do from you, I withdrew, and I'm sorry I live with this....but slowly I swear that I knew you well there were nights that I cried like hell I never said a word but you could probably tell the words you left out were the ones that i felt -chorus- you have my favorite face and my favorite smile there is my favorite place these are my favorite times
