Still Life Lyrics

Hold on; hold on just a second while I sit and graze

From this perfect little spot with such a warm embrace

Out into the openness and memories

Feeling kind of happy but in different ways

And I notice you selling flowers

And maybe in an hour

We'll go inside and pass the time

Thinking of what's outside

Thinking about you

Give and take; life is just a pottery we try to make

Molding and withholding all the times it brakes

Using and refusing to give up and wait

Breathing, seething, spinning 'til we end the day

But some them are selling flowers

And maybe in an hour

We'll go inside and pass the time

Thinking of what's outside

Thinking about you

Night charades; every morning after is the mess we made

A beautiful destruction of the palisade

Trying to relieve us of a little pain

But with the wheel just ending up in agony

But all we want to do is sell flowers

And maybe in an hour

We'll go inside and pass the time

Thinking about what's outside

Thinking about flowers

And maybe in an hour

We'll go inside and pass the time

Thinking of what's outside

Thinking about you