The Long Winters - The Worst You Can Do Is Harm

Scent Of Lime

You are light tasting
Fine, with a scent of lime
My parked car in your yard is just to be there
You're right, I'm wasting such a meager grain
So soon what you're doing is aiming

The plainest words are the finest (are the finest words)
I gladly waive my right (I gladly waive my right)
To find the real world, it's not the real world
If you find the real world let me know

But it never rains enough to cool my fever
All it does is rain

The worst you can do is harm
Waiting for the other shoe to fall
And shouting from your car
At an empty road

The plainest words are the finest (are the finest words)
I've been waiting half my life (waiting half my life)
To find the real world, it's not the real world
If you find the real world let me know

But it never rains enough to cool my fever
All it does is rain

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Writer(s): John Roderick
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