kevin osmond – (none) lyrics
when i get to troubles with language
the fate of the whole world is what’s at stake ++
i look at the liberties i take and look past those words to what’s your own ++
and bring those words of your back home, because words are all i know
when this dialectic gets boring, i think about the words of the mode e ++
if i could choose the mood i’d like to be, i’d choose to be with you
ooh+i know, it’s really not a mode per se, ooh+but so?
i’d choose it anyway, and find a new mode with every name you name
so give me a name for your hair down and coffee in your federal hill cafe ++
just like you named the weekend of dolce days
and name my nervousness, ooh+won’t you? and all my inadequacies ++ name them too
and just like this tape machine ++ how i snaked you!
and how the farinas say, “i sawel you” and your favorite dinner of glowing tofu
and how i’m at least 4 names ooh+to you
and how you touch all the lives you move through
and how language proves that it’s you
who’s got a pretty face
you got a pretty face [x3]
name it too. [x4]
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