Lyrics

Will you please stop butting in to everything I say? I can't take you anywhere, can't take you anywhere How can I get through while you're standing in my way? Try to get past me if you dare We're milling 'round like spinning tops Eager to make a change We tie ourselves all up in knots The result is the same Between us there is music Perhaps there is a song Before us there are melodies unwritten Half rhymes still unformed And we're nothing if not unusual Let them gather, let them stare And mouths agape are nothing new to us Darling, let down your hair 'Cause between us there is music Perhaps there is a song Before us there are words on scraps of paper Melodies still unlearned We're hanging 'round like sitting ducks Is it time that we rein it in? You had your best shot, still no luck Little apples will grow again, when summer ends Between us there is music Perhaps there is a song Before us there are are answers Answers of our own Behind us there's nothing I would change Nothing more to be done And above us there is everything Everything, everything under the sun Your life is your life Don't let it be taken, don't let it be turned Your life is your life It's yours to crash and break and burn It's yours and only your concern It's yours to live, to live, to live, to live, to live
Writer(s): Glen James Hansard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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