We Saw Stars
(N) I put my woes, in tomorrows
I see your face in the shadows
I put my woes, in tomorrows
I see your face in the shadows
That night we wore whiskey on our breaths
Walking around this little town
Huddled between the shacks as the rain came pouring down
God was pulling the wool from chimney stacks dressing the sky in grey
I thought what a fitting colour for this sad fall day
In the reflection of a puddle I saw a man
He was wearing a ghost for a face
Skin as translucent as the wet cigarette
He pulled on as he pleaded his case
He was talking nonsense, talking nonsense
Talking about nothing, talking nonsense, and he said
(D) If I had a hundred dreams I'd still steal
I force down the days that they caught in this still frame
Just as the stars hang I beg for the next meal
The tank still needs fuel and the frame is still steel
Watch me as I turn my wheels
I prayed for the light but the darkness still came
It seems few will lay with me awake
It seems few will have something to say
When I speak of my mistakes, brother
Could you spare a cigarette?
Could you spare some change?
(N) I'm on my last cigarette and I cannot spare a dime brother
I cannot spare a dime brother, not this time brother, not this time
I cannot spare a dime brother, I cannot spare a dime brother
I must be on my way
I put my woes, in tomorrows
I see your face in the shadows
Well I climbed the stairs opened the door to the coffin of my room
Sat by the bedside and kicked off my shoes
On the tablestand grabbed my tobacco started rolling my last
Trying to put the words of that old man in the past
But needing something stronger to forget
I poured another whiskey in a glass and drifted off into nothingness
Well I awoke to the hottest summer day
Flames were a pack of hyenas licking at my face
Choking on steel wool smoke
I dropped to the floor and made my escape
Sitting on the corner watching my whole world burn down
Huddled between the shacks as the rain came pouring down
In the reflection of a puddle I saw a man
He was wearing a ghost for a face
Skin as translucent as the wet cigarette
He pulled on as he pleaded his case
He was talking nonsense, talking nonsense
Talking about nothing, talking nonsense, and he said
(D) Let me speak my mind, I told you
I know the goal of the hopeful overpopulated soulful
Entered as a seed and hope to grow full by season's end
Eventually to seed again
So come and see my brother
Another tobacco field planted
Growing smoke my ghost fuel
I find that what I'm close to is the end
And so I have no monetary lends to hand you
I expect no repayment for the money that I spend
I know you asked for none but here's my final ten
Always there will be a separate lens
I leave now but I hope to see you so soon my new friend
I hope to see you so soon
I hope to see you so soon
I hope to see you so soon
(N) I put my woes, in tomorrows
I see your face in the shadows
I see your face in the shadows
I put my woes, in tomorrows
I see your face in the shadows
That night we wore whiskey on our breaths
Walking around this little town
Huddled between the shacks as the rain came pouring down
God was pulling the wool from chimney stacks dressing the sky in grey
I thought what a fitting colour for this sad fall day
In the reflection of a puddle I saw a man
He was wearing a ghost for a face
Skin as translucent as the wet cigarette
He pulled on as he pleaded his case
He was talking nonsense, talking nonsense
Talking about nothing, talking nonsense, and he said
(D) If I had a hundred dreams I'd still steal
I force down the days that they caught in this still frame
Just as the stars hang I beg for the next meal
The tank still needs fuel and the frame is still steel
Watch me as I turn my wheels
I prayed for the light but the darkness still came
It seems few will lay with me awake
It seems few will have something to say
When I speak of my mistakes, brother
Could you spare a cigarette?
Could you spare some change?
(N) I'm on my last cigarette and I cannot spare a dime brother
I cannot spare a dime brother, not this time brother, not this time
I cannot spare a dime brother, I cannot spare a dime brother
I must be on my way
I put my woes, in tomorrows
I see your face in the shadows
Well I climbed the stairs opened the door to the coffin of my room
Sat by the bedside and kicked off my shoes
On the tablestand grabbed my tobacco started rolling my last
Trying to put the words of that old man in the past
But needing something stronger to forget
I poured another whiskey in a glass and drifted off into nothingness
Well I awoke to the hottest summer day
Flames were a pack of hyenas licking at my face
Choking on steel wool smoke
I dropped to the floor and made my escape
Sitting on the corner watching my whole world burn down
Huddled between the shacks as the rain came pouring down
In the reflection of a puddle I saw a man
He was wearing a ghost for a face
Skin as translucent as the wet cigarette
He pulled on as he pleaded his case
He was talking nonsense, talking nonsense
Talking about nothing, talking nonsense, and he said
(D) Let me speak my mind, I told you
I know the goal of the hopeful overpopulated soulful
Entered as a seed and hope to grow full by season's end
Eventually to seed again
So come and see my brother
Another tobacco field planted
Growing smoke my ghost fuel
I find that what I'm close to is the end
And so I have no monetary lends to hand you
I expect no repayment for the money that I spend
I know you asked for none but here's my final ten
Always there will be a separate lens
I leave now but I hope to see you so soon my new friend
I hope to see you so soon
I hope to see you so soon
I hope to see you so soon
(N) I put my woes, in tomorrows
I see your face in the shadows
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Writer(s): Darian Greggain, Darian Troy Greggain, Nate Ohearn
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