mullings

sometimes it's just what it is.
trying to see between the lines and wondering what ifs.
maybe that doesn't really work - let's call it what it is. a no brainer.

Hawksley Workman - Stop joking around

Stop joking around for one minute
I'd rather cry right now
And play those sad notes on the piano
Let the rest of the band go home

refrain:
'Cause I'll lead you until morning
Please be here until the morning
Hold my hand until the morning
Brings the light of day to our eyes

And smell the burning leaves in autumn driveways
We'll be out on the road to way past supper
And leave the lamp lit low beside the window
If you can mop up a waterfall

Just hop a train, you hate to fly
Come see the pictures of my eyes
You want to laugh, I want to cry, cry, cry, cry

Please be here until the morning
Hold my hand until the morning
Chase my fears until the morning
Till you promise life
Please be here

p.s : happy birthday, hahu!