Willow Logic
I have a secret
Tell me
No
Please tell me
No, put it out of your mind
Please? If I put it out of my mind, then will you tell me?
She was always like that
And even as a kid, secret and apologetic
Quiet like a deer
Moving between the sunshine and uncertainty
He yells at her up until she goes pale
Then resumes his job as a painter
Painting all the fire hydrants yellow
Within a certain framework
And she wouldn't always feel so good, all the time
But over the course of the day, she'd forget
The dancer in her run amok, she'd forget
And from the forest edge, he'd come
Returning home's not to be construed
As anything resembling a tender mood
Stay in my orbit though it's lacking
Certain latitude
But then it goes late, the been, are
Going of another day is bobbled and caught
And she says nice things to go to sleep
Like, "Charles Comfort" and "Mimico Creek"
The nocturnal shush of the saboteur
Whispering, "There's nothing counterfeit about the summer"
It took big waves of discipline to
Learn they pump the birdsong in
She was always like that, and like now
Watching the swallows gobble tonight's complement of blood-suckers
Thank Christ, she's trying to be silent
When catching a bug in mid-flight might be easier
I have a secret
Tell me
No
Please tell me
No, put it out of your mind
Please? If I put it out of my mind, then will you tell me?
She was always like that
She was always like that
Tell me
No
Please tell me
No, put it out of your mind
Please? If I put it out of my mind, then will you tell me?
She was always like that
And even as a kid, secret and apologetic
Quiet like a deer
Moving between the sunshine and uncertainty
He yells at her up until she goes pale
Then resumes his job as a painter
Painting all the fire hydrants yellow
Within a certain framework
And she wouldn't always feel so good, all the time
But over the course of the day, she'd forget
The dancer in her run amok, she'd forget
And from the forest edge, he'd come
Returning home's not to be construed
As anything resembling a tender mood
Stay in my orbit though it's lacking
Certain latitude
But then it goes late, the been, are
Going of another day is bobbled and caught
And she says nice things to go to sleep
Like, "Charles Comfort" and "Mimico Creek"
The nocturnal shush of the saboteur
Whispering, "There's nothing counterfeit about the summer"
It took big waves of discipline to
Learn they pump the birdsong in
She was always like that, and like now
Watching the swallows gobble tonight's complement of blood-suckers
Thank Christ, she's trying to be silent
When catching a bug in mid-flight might be easier
I have a secret
Tell me
No
Please tell me
No, put it out of your mind
Please? If I put it out of my mind, then will you tell me?
She was always like that
She was always like that
Credits
Writer(s): Gord Downie
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