I Can Tell

Fewer and fewer

Faces y’know

Have you been looking

For hands to hold

You found out you were wrong

And wrote it in a song

You sort of told the truth

The only way you knew

You made the lyrics long

Kept going on and on

If it was up to you

I’d be wrong too

Oh well I can tell

What’s really going on

You’re buried under thunder

Though you seem so calm

Fewer and fewer

Faces you know

Have you been looking

For hands to hold

You’re a baby

But you’re still the best

You’re songs aren’t garbage

They fill my whole chest

Oh well I can tell

What’s really going on

You’re the storm afterall

Hidden crying in a stall

Fewer and fewer

Changes in tone

Dragging your shadow

So you’re not alone

Fewer and fewer

Faces you know

Have you been looking

For hands to hold