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Race Car
02:28
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Everything I have done
I've done wrong till I met you
Everything I could want
I have got when I'm around you
Send me pictures from the backstage room of your ex-boyfriend's band
Wondering if I would like to come back and hang with them
I don't want to hang with them
I'm sure they're really cool
Everything I could do
I would do to be with you
Everything I have done
I've done wrong since I met you
I know I'll never see you again and I hope it hurts
Half as much as it hurts me now, it's only getting worse
Why's it getting worse?
It hurts because it should.
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You're the Archaeologist
03:10
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I'm waiting for the day when worry wash away
I can take your little hand, we can leave this land
We can go away awhile, backpack across denial
With your funny books on rocks, fossils, bones, discarded socks
You love to be amazed, I have always been this way
If I promise not to let you know
That I'm probably gonna let you go
I'll save my goodbyes, make peace with the skies
There's that sad look on your face, we're about to hit the brakes
What a pretty little one, wish I didn't have to run
Maybe in a couple years, life will wash away my fears
If I have no time to waste, then I better state my case
All those time that I ran away, how I wish I could make you stay
How I wish I didn't run away, can I please stay?
If I promise not to let you know
That I'm probably gonna let you go
I'll save my goodbyes, make peace with the skies
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Portland
02:09
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There's magic in your eyes and something on your mind
You're planning an escape and I can't read the signs
That's gonna get me nowhere fast
There's nothing left for me to ask
I don't want to fall victim to your dirty lines
I guess it's just a matter of time
There's magic on your lips and music in your hips
So, dance with me awhile like it was goin' outta style
And in the morning run away
There's nothing left for me to say
I don't want to fall victim to my dirty mind
I guess it's just a matter of time
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New World Record
03:27
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I've been trying my darnedest, girl
Not to think of you
Some nights it seems that it's
All I tend do
Trust me when I say that it's the least that I can do
To keep my mind occupied and off of you
I've been breaking my own world record of all the things I miss
And someday very soon I'll have a kiss, from someone new
I've been trying my darnedest, girl
Not to fall in love
Some night it seems that it's
All I can do
Irony's not lost one me, I see myself for what I am
A scared little boy locked in the shell of a man
One day, I promise myself I will not think of the past
Till then, I will close my eyes and dream of you
I hope it's true
I've been trying my darnedest, girl
Not to think of you
Some nights it seems that's it
And not I'm through
Trust me when I say it's not you and it sure as hell is not me
I don't want my mom to know that I've lost control of this love
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