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letra de garden of the gods - dylan owen

i’m left behind trying to smile at your lonely ghost
i guess i’ll find you in some miles on the open road
and i will take you home like a designated driver
and hold you until heaven waits to find ya

there’s probably not too many other people you could simply touch and coat in gold
but for me you reconnect the pieces of my broken soul
so, if last week’s another seven days behind us
then i guess i gotta wait until i resonate inside ya
i can’t wait to be beside ya, i’ll admit it all the pictures
that i’ve pictured in my mind were just envisioned on the simplest of slides
dismissing all the superficial lines that i’ve been fishing with
the sea’s got too many fish to cry in
but i verified i’m terrified to make decisions
since i learned that michigan is shaped like a mitten
and i learned that tanner is a girl’s name
when they were listening to john mayer, we were waiting on the world to change
its mind. i suppose this caged prison isn’t mine
but is a fixture in which my imagination dies
i’m on a mission to make sense of every plan i paint in fiction
till the next plane is landing, i’ll be waiting for you there, thinking that

chorus

i will take you home like a designated driver
i will take you home like a designated driver
i will take you home as if i was your designated driver
and hold on to you close ‘cause eventually i’ll find you
and i will take you home like a designated driver
and i will take you home like a designated driver
i will take you home as if i was your designated driver
and hold on to your bones in case eventually you die before i find you

and i will keep your secrets warm
like the time we lost ourselves beneath the floorboards
it was all raw and it was written on the floor
so i will take you home delilah that’s where you belong
until i will i lift you to the visions i’ve enlisted in my summer journal entries
that all say “i miss you, stranger, it’s been centuries
we’ve both been very well.” a show-and-tell of carried mail
we lived in our epistles through a love that comes from fairy tales
but whatever we’re given we’ve been given without reason
and within what i’m living i’ve been living without breathing
it’s a h-ll like forest fires in a fit since our stations parted
hey soul sister, your lip stick stained my heart
and if you take apart the distance, break it into pieces
you can see that not everything that’s stabbed starts to bleed
and so i know i won’t be bleeding. yeah i know i won’t be bleeding
as long as you promise me that you won’t ever leave me, i believe that

chorus

outro

i hold my breath and i close my eyes and i look to the west where they turn back the time for you
i know the dawn of a new day should rise but i wish that new york would just turn back its time for me

- dylan owen

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