Thoughtless
Soft, I will say it softly
Not another time when you're watching me
And wait 'til I'm on the straight and narrow right way home
Take your line from a child
Make him say it again
And I, I may live a long life
But time, it goes quicker when we both keep quiet
And no, no more ways to say goodbye
Take the words off my chest, they are all I have left
And I may be thoughtless
When you put your arms around me, are they wider than they feel?
And I am a voice without a reason
I like to feel I'm needed, but I think I want to leave
And shaped, shaped just like a shell boy
I open, open up and you help yourself
Away, away from anybody else
One last breath to the sail
I'll step under the swell for you
My love learned my mother tongue
And I didn't even mind when he got the word for 'sorry' wrong
And listening, I caught the ends of songs I left unsung
I wrote another line for you, but all my words were gone
And I may be thoughtless
When you name the things you love, I am the spaces in-between
And I am a voice without a reason
You'd like to hear an answer, but I think I want to leave
And if, if I live a long life
I'll turn myself around
And I'll make it all alright
Not another time when you're watching me
And wait 'til I'm on the straight and narrow right way home
Take your line from a child
Make him say it again
And I, I may live a long life
But time, it goes quicker when we both keep quiet
And no, no more ways to say goodbye
Take the words off my chest, they are all I have left
And I may be thoughtless
When you put your arms around me, are they wider than they feel?
And I am a voice without a reason
I like to feel I'm needed, but I think I want to leave
And shaped, shaped just like a shell boy
I open, open up and you help yourself
Away, away from anybody else
One last breath to the sail
I'll step under the swell for you
My love learned my mother tongue
And I didn't even mind when he got the word for 'sorry' wrong
And listening, I caught the ends of songs I left unsung
I wrote another line for you, but all my words were gone
And I may be thoughtless
When you name the things you love, I am the spaces in-between
And I am a voice without a reason
You'd like to hear an answer, but I think I want to leave
And if, if I live a long life
I'll turn myself around
And I'll make it all alright
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Writer(s): Clara Mann
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