Love Will Come To You - Live From Eddie's Attic, Atlanta, GA

Guess I wasnt the best one to ask.
Me, myself, with my face press up against loves glass.
To see the shiney toy Id been hoping for...
the one I never can afford.
The wide world spins and spits turmoil,
and the nations toil for peace.
The paws of fear upon your chest
only love can soothe that beast.
But my words are paper tigers
No match for the predator of pain inside her.
And I say, "Love will come to you."
Hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true.
As if Ive offered up a crystal ball to look through.
"Where there's now one, they're will be two."
I was born under the sign of cancer.
Like brushing cloth, I smooth the wrinkles for an answer.
And Im always closing my eyes and wishing Im fine even though Im not this time
And I say, "Love will come to you."
Hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true.
As if Ive offered up a crystal ball to look through.
"Where there's now one, they're will be two."
Dodging your memories...
a field of knives.
Always on the outside looking in on others lives.
And I say, "Love will come to you."
Hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true.
As if Ive offered up a crystal ball to look through.
"Where there's now one, they're will be two."
And I wish her insight to battle love's blindness,
strength from the milk of human kindness,
a safe place for all the pieces that scattered.
Learn to pretend there's more than love that matters.