Little Soul
Melatonin talks
I fall asleep
Wish you'd wake me up
From this fever dream
I keep having
Eighth-grade pharisee
Look it's me
My mind's a limitation
You might never, ever see
Who I want you to see
So carry me under the sweet willow tree
Where the world and its worries will fade away from me
I've seen the glass half full, it's an empty glass
Though I may want, I'll never have
I might be bored, at least I get
A seventeen-foot ceiling to keep my small head warm
In the winter months
Seventy-eight hours and tell me what has changed
You re-arrange the rules, I re-arrange my little soul for you
Do you love me yet?
So carry me under the sweet willow tree
Where the world and its worries will fade away from me
I've seen the glass half full, it's an empty glass
Though I may want, I'll never have
I heard about the black-outs in Venice
And I think you were there, you were probably unaware
And I knew those phone lines had limits
But I called you always
Hoping your answers might change to the questions I've always asked
They were brief and matter-of-fact
But somehow you always made me laugh
Though I may want, I'll never
Carry me under the sweet willow tree
Where the world and its worries will fade away from me
I've seen the glass half full, it's an empty glass
Though I may want, I never have (Never have)
I fall asleep
Wish you'd wake me up
From this fever dream
I keep having
Eighth-grade pharisee
Look it's me
My mind's a limitation
You might never, ever see
Who I want you to see
So carry me under the sweet willow tree
Where the world and its worries will fade away from me
I've seen the glass half full, it's an empty glass
Though I may want, I'll never have
I might be bored, at least I get
A seventeen-foot ceiling to keep my small head warm
In the winter months
Seventy-eight hours and tell me what has changed
You re-arrange the rules, I re-arrange my little soul for you
Do you love me yet?
So carry me under the sweet willow tree
Where the world and its worries will fade away from me
I've seen the glass half full, it's an empty glass
Though I may want, I'll never have
I heard about the black-outs in Venice
And I think you were there, you were probably unaware
And I knew those phone lines had limits
But I called you always
Hoping your answers might change to the questions I've always asked
They were brief and matter-of-fact
But somehow you always made me laugh
Though I may want, I'll never
Carry me under the sweet willow tree
Where the world and its worries will fade away from me
I've seen the glass half full, it's an empty glass
Though I may want, I never have (Never have)
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Writer(s): Jack Wood
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