In Blue Music We Trust - Little Comets

You think that you know me

Through vacant lies

Assume that I’m only

A state of mind

My life is like a metaphor

For everything that’s gone before

You tell me it’s a failing

But I feel fine

So quote to me from books you read

On what to think and how to need

Use the same adjectives for the fortieth time

Whispers in my ears oh

Whispers in my ears oh

Diluting my tears oh

The death of all conversation

Inane but discretely

These words will defeat me

Whispers in my ears oh

The death of all conversation

Floats away

But I’ll be brave

Believe in all fortune

Favors the grave

My life’s becoming more defined

And at the age of 29

You tell me it’s elusive

But I feel loved

I see the kicks beneath her skin

Elucidates my own being

And well worn is the promise that I keep inside

Whispers in my ears oh

Whispers in my ears oh

Diluting my tears oh

The death of all conversation

No words could complete this

No words to compete with this

Whispers in my ears oh

The death of all conversation

And if it’s thick with scent

Then it’s the way it is

'Cause what I’ve got at home

Is what I need at home

This is my dilemma

I hope it makes you tremor

'Cause what I’ve got at home

Is what I need at home

So when it all turns black

From everything you lack

Is what you’ve got at home

What you got at home

So as I’m moving forward

I only think of these words

Is what I’ve got at home

What I need at home