Ball In Hand Paroles

this one's for my own vindication
your private conversations
break through my design
laughs and smiles
don't belong in this room
I sent them off to see you
sometimes I miss them too
but not today

the sun was long and we held on
never worried, never wrong
our grass scratched backs
against the field
where summers wasted and fates unsealed
we must have gone wrong somewhere
when you lost it was when it got bad
"but how can we grow up and keep everything we had?"

your screaming made me hide my face the field's grown over and over and over
the moment stays in repeat and it plays in places where
we weren't lonely you said if only
time could stop but it flew by and then you told me
you still cry 'cause of what you said so many times
that "adults are just children who've died"

this one's for the big punctuation
these silent exclamations
break through my design
folded pages
don't belong in this room
I sent them off to see you
sometimes I miss them too
but not today

and now I'm here without much hope,
composing a ballad of single notes
but they're always decending and down they go
to brilliant endings that steal the show
and minor comforts bring major problems
and I can't solve them so I let them go
just like I let you go


this one's for our last confrontation
your quiet declarations
break through my design
Lost intentions
don't belong in this room
I'll send them off to see you
sure I'll miss them too
but not today