What you give or give out is the only thing that really counts.
Will you stay here?
Stay around?
And we’ll both start working this out.
But it’s not just this,
It’s everything
You’re so hard to reach and impossible
To really read when you’re talking
With two tongues in your mouth.
And I wish you’d quit this mumbling
Underneath your breath
It’s killing me.
You’ve not said nothing yet.
Well I guess I’m starting to doubt…
Are we lost here?
Are you keeping count,
Or are you gonna just let me down?
Your heart’s not in it
It’s everywhere.
It’s plain to see you’re still wondering
What’s underneath,
You’re so curious
Well, it’s two strikes and you’re out.
I’m tired of this attitude
You just fall to pieces,
And I can’t believe you’re still talking
With two tongues in your mouth
After all we’ve been around.
Will you hear me out?
You’re the only
Thing
That really counts.
— Swell Season
The day music stops explaining my moods better than myself is the day I am able to write this well.
