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When we first met you swept me off my feet.
And when I think of you my heart skips a beat.
I think I’m tired of just playing around.
I’ve thought it through and I need you now.

You- you astound me.
You- you surround me.
You- you just get me.
You- never forget me.
You- you surprise me.
You- you hypnotize me.
You- you resurrect me.
You- you perfect me.

Our conversation’s got me up all night.
But I don’t care if I see morning light.
Sometimes I think I don’t stand a chance.
But with you I’m fine from start to parting glance.

You- you astound me.
You- you surround me.
You- you just get me.
You- never forget me.
You- you surprise me.
You- you hypnotize me.
You- you resurrect me.
You- you perfect me.

And you, you’re always there
You, you always care
You, you’ve got me saying
I’ll always be staying

[trumpet solo]

You- you astound me.
You- you surround me.
You- you just get me.
You- never forget me.
You- you surprise me.
You- you hypnotize me.
You- you resurrect me.
You- you perfect me.

I remember I had a friend
Who’d just pretend
That he was fine
Until it blew up in his face
Couldn’t sleep in his own bed
He wished he was dead
Cause it was better
Than hanging around
That same old place

So he stayed out every night
He seemed alright
When he was drunk or high
That’s when he talked the most
He would laugh and tell a joke
To please the folks
And he was smooth enough
So some girls were always close

Like a campfire
Throwing embers
See the sparks fly from the brakes
Coming down the iron tracks
Or a bad liar
Just an actor
Said he’d learned from his mistakes
And he was leaving
But he would be right back

And who would’ve been convinced
Especially since
We didn’t see him
Till the seventeenth of may
We could smell it on his breath
He looked like death
And you could tell he was tired
But he hadn’t slept for days

Like a stray dog
Growing whiskers
On the corner of the street
Where he has made his bed to rest
Or like a lazy
Starving artist
Wanting just to make ends meet
He only wished that he could say
He’d done his best

I don’t like this feeling here
Something in the air my dear
Makes me wanna jump out of my skin
But for now let’s just lay in bed

Scratching noises out of sight
Things that go bump in the night
Not as strange as they might seem
You know, I hear them too

Don’t be scared, they cannot hear us back

Cryptic signs of what’s to come
The universe’s smoking gun
This is not the end just yet
We still have time to spend

Vulnerable as first day born
Weary, teary, wise and worn
Near-poetic how we are
So bare, so close
So scared, just ghosts
A shell upon the sandy shore

Are you ready?
Charge on count of
One, two, one two three four!

The scent of autumn nights, when the leaves can’t quite
Decide if they are red or green, or something in between.

Birds and leaves are all the same, with only one change:
Birds can make the choice to fly against the breeze with which the leaves remain.

Could a rose by any other name sound as sweet when coupled with the blame?
Over fields the sun is trying hard to show that it’s still shining,
But I haven’t felt it on my skin.

I’m no good at documenting life without embellishment;
Can’t turn thoughts into a song if no one cares what it all meant.

When did this become so hard? Can’t find footing for a start.
I’ll look anywhere to find that which seems to make me lose my mind.

Minutes blur to hours blur to days. Seasons pass, I’m left to watch the haze.
Weekends that I don’t remember, ties I never had to had to sever.
Conscious, yes but more than that, I’m dazed.

Pillars rise of smoke and ash, brazenly against the clash
All self-interest, no self-worth, could time away be any worse to me?

Does the sycamore by the pond still stand? Does the sycamore by the pond still stand?
Underneath, the leaves have fallen; gone are both the sun and pollen
Flowers wilt and die to show the transformation: forward, slowly.
I got up and fell back down again. Stagnancy is more than just a friend.

(Can anybody hear me? Is anybody listening?) x5

Does the sycamore by the pond still stand?
Does the sycamore by the pond still stand?

I know the season’s got us coming undone in the wind,
But would you like to start it over?
We’ve got our reasons, I won’t ask if you don’t tell.
At least it can’t get any colder.

Now the ground outside is 10 below,
But until you say you’ll stay, I’ve gotta know:

Was this past year as good as you had hoped it would be,
Or could you not sink any lower?
For just one night, can we act like nothing will change?
Let’s pretend we’re not getting any older.

All the friends that we call family will be here,
And I’ll leave better than you found me for next year.

Ooooh (x3)