Lyrics to Porchlight
I can picture some day
When we're older and we’re numb
When every wound don't weep like it's open
And you can close the door
Without feeling like you’re trapped
And I can speak the thing that is hurtin'
Right now, it feels like
Most nights, ghosts fight, closed eyes
And everything fans a flame
Tongue-tied, I'm tired
I'm tired, and I am always to blame
And I try to write, write porchlight
Just to give you some space
Though it feels like I'm breaking
I remember meetin' likе we'd stared into the Sun
Spinning likе two moths on the landing
Now on a day like this
No hands, no feast, no kiss
And every look is glazed by a curtain
When things are good, they're good
But we cannot overlook
How the past comes creeping in, uncertain
I wish the old away, I take it back
I stay, you stay
And everythin’ keeps going like it’s learnin'
Won’t always feel like
Most nights, ghosts fight, closed eyes
And everything fans a flame
Tongue-tied, I'm tired
I'm tired, and I am always to blame
And I try to write, write porchlight
Just to give you some space
Though it feels like I'm breaking
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I can picture some day when we’re older and we're numb
When every wound don't weep like it's open
Oh, oh
When we're older and we’re numb
When every wound don't weep like it's open
And you can close the door
Without feeling like you’re trapped
And I can speak the thing that is hurtin'
Right now, it feels like
Most nights, ghosts fight, closed eyes
And everything fans a flame
Tongue-tied, I'm tired
I'm tired, and I am always to blame
And I try to write, write porchlight
Just to give you some space
Though it feels like I'm breaking
I remember meetin' likе we'd stared into the Sun
Spinning likе two moths on the landing
Now on a day like this
No hands, no feast, no kiss
And every look is glazed by a curtain
When things are good, they're good
But we cannot overlook
How the past comes creeping in, uncertain
I wish the old away, I take it back
I stay, you stay
And everythin’ keeps going like it’s learnin'
Won’t always feel like
Most nights, ghosts fight, closed eyes
And everything fans a flame
Tongue-tied, I'm tired
I'm tired, and I am always to blame
And I try to write, write porchlight
Just to give you some space
Though it feels like I'm breaking
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I can picture some day when we’re older and we're numb
When every wound don't weep like it's open
Oh, oh
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