Please Welcome, ah my favourite band The Counting Crows
Hey Were gonna start off with just David on
Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you
Angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain,
Through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house and
Takes all her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little you know - misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal, well I have trouble acting normal but
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice just like lambs
Round here - look - she's slipping though my hands
Oh, Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of this lightning dream
I said Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning
She says,
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