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Strange Thing
02:24
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I'm gonna run to you, I'll run to you
I'm gonna wait for you to come
Why sit around when there's something fun to do
Why not just lie here in the sun
I hate how far I have to run to you
I hate how hard we have to try
I hope you know that I'm in love with you
Even if we ultimately die
Let's not change, babe
No one tells us what to do
I would never ever change if you told me to
It's a strange thing, when someone kisses you and you're
never the same
Life without you can be difficult
I'm lonely every single now and then
Now I've called to tell you that you're beautiful
Then I'm told I've missed you yet again
Let's not change, babe
No one tells us what to do
I would never ever change if you told me to
It's a strange thing, when someone kisses you and you're
never the same
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Shouldn't Have Asked
02:41
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You gave me your heart
So I had to split mine in two
I"m worthless at math
But you can have half
So when we're apart
I feel like I should earn from you
The things I give out
Things I'm worth less without
I'm just trying to get a hold of you
Tell me what you want
I listen forever on cue
If I don't understand
Let go of my hand
Tell me what you need,
Tell me what you need me to do
If I can't do that
I shouldn't have asked
I'm just trying to be consoled by you
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I Belong to You
02:21
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I belong to you
It wouldn't take a lot to prove
Leave for a day or two
And see if move
I belong to you
The scene is not too hard to shoot
Film for a day or two
And see what I do
I belong to you
I promise I'll be hard to lose
Try for a day or two
And see if you do
I belong to you
I assumed you don't presume
Lie here for an hour or two
And see if it's true
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Holding
02:29
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I don't want to live in a carnival
I don't want to die in a hospital
I don't have a choice, I never do
Born with a silver spoon, I'll probly die holding it, too
Not holding you
"I love you," that's typical
I need nothing reciprocal
Sometimes I say things that aren't true
Sometimes I feel blue,
My hands have nothing else to do
Not holding you
I don't want to live in a carnival
I don't want to die in a hospital
But I won't say I'll die on my own cue
But every time I'm blue enough to finally see it through
I'm not holding you
I can't say I've lived alone
Or without a telephone
Nothing's not as hard as what I do
Oh, but what's the use
Of putting feet in other shoes
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Ryan Chapin Mach Gambier, Ohio
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