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The Light At Our Door
01:44
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Letting me go like fruit from a tree
Bruised and rotten, flies underneath
On summer grass fading to gold
Dry as the sun as our fire takes hold
You love like the cape on a bullfighter’s wrist
Teasing my heart ’til I come for your chest
Blood in the dirt and blood on my dress
I wish I could learn how to settle for less
I love like the water, you cannot breathe
Waves push you down to be drowned underneath
Like your head in my hands the last time we slept
Wrapped in each other like seaweed on sand
Letting you go like rain from a cloud
When it falls on the snow it makes barely a sound
On footprints inside the ones marked before
Leading us back to the light at our door
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When We Don't Speak
02:53
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When we don’t speak I count the things I love
It helps me pass the time while you are gone
I know you have to go away sometimes
What can I do but let you
When we don’t speak I think of when we do
And all the things you say that make me laugh
I tell myself it’s just a little while
You’ll be coming back soon
Sometimes you make me angry
God help me when I’m angry or I’m scared
Scared that I could lose you
Afraid my time will run out
I need you in these moments most of all
When we don’t speak I read the things we wrote
Like “how’s your day”, “good morning” and “good night”
My days are so much sweeter with your words
No one can say them better
I’ve known your voice forever
I can hear it in a crowd and in my ear
But talking isn’t working
And my words are only hurting
You need me in these moments most of all
When we don’t speak I count the things I love
It helps me pass the time while you are gone
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Old Confection
02:44
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I’ve been falling from this airplane
I fear for the ground but I never crash down
It’s so confusing
Lost all feeling in my fingers
I reach for your face but I touch only space
Empty-handed
Skin into my bones, old confection
Isn’t it the sweetest place?
Belly to my back, quick incision in my brain
I’ve been breathing underwater
I might be a fish or I might be a pearl
Amphibious
Lost all meaning in my seeking
Floating along wanting nothing at all
Open-hearted
Skin into my bones, old confection
Isn’t it the sweetest place?
Belly to my back, quick incision in my brain
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Fire On The Ridge
02:00
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I put on your shoes
I walked to your house
I lay in your bed
And slept with your dreams
I see beyond the fire on the ridge
You put on my dress
And painted your eyes
Felt every kiss
Unwelcome and dry
You see beyond the fire on the ridge
I opened your mouth
Talked with your tongue
Said every word
I wanted to hear
You turned me to stone
Then ground me to sand
Turned to the wind
And opened your hand
We see beyond the fire on the ridge
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Beth Goodfellow Los Angeles, California
Drummer/Percussionist/Vocalist Beth Goodfellow lives in Los Angeles, CA..
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