Noelle
You are the postcard
I will always save
The hope left at the door
You're the map you took when you walked away
And forced me to explore
Like the medicine
I'm forced to take
You kept me off the floor
You would pick me up and hold my weight
And pretend you had the cure
Noelle come have a few
And show us local boys what's left of you
Cause no matter what you seem to do
We'd walk on broken glass to get to you
You are the reason
I still write today
Even though I said no more
You are the voice that sings inside my brain
The one I can't ignore
Can I still find you
If I wanted to
Where the ocean meets the shore
Like an anchor tied to yesterday
The one that came before
Noelle come have a few
And show us local boys what's left of you
Cause no matter what you seem to do
We'd walk on broken glass to get to you
Noelle come have a few
And show us local boys what's left of you
Cause no matter what you seem to do
We'd walk on broken glass to get to you
A trail of fools
With blood inside their shoes
Ignores the pain for you
I could never compete with your need to be free
And the variety you seek
If it were up to me it's you I'd keep
Noelle come have a few
Show us local boys what's left of you
Cause no matter what you seem to do
We'd walk on broken glass to get to you
I will always save
The hope left at the door
You're the map you took when you walked away
And forced me to explore
Like the medicine
I'm forced to take
You kept me off the floor
You would pick me up and hold my weight
And pretend you had the cure
Noelle come have a few
And show us local boys what's left of you
Cause no matter what you seem to do
We'd walk on broken glass to get to you
You are the reason
I still write today
Even though I said no more
You are the voice that sings inside my brain
The one I can't ignore
Can I still find you
If I wanted to
Where the ocean meets the shore
Like an anchor tied to yesterday
The one that came before
Noelle come have a few
And show us local boys what's left of you
Cause no matter what you seem to do
We'd walk on broken glass to get to you
Noelle come have a few
And show us local boys what's left of you
Cause no matter what you seem to do
We'd walk on broken glass to get to you
A trail of fools
With blood inside their shoes
Ignores the pain for you
I could never compete with your need to be free
And the variety you seek
If it were up to me it's you I'd keep
Noelle come have a few
Show us local boys what's left of you
Cause no matter what you seem to do
We'd walk on broken glass to get to you
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Writer(s): James Shustowicz
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