Library Magic Lyrics

Drawn to the sorta library magic Whispering through the dusty aisles
Watching all the thinkers read
Trying to keep a grown man quiet's like
Pulling teeth on a winters eve
Cracks and poles and unfamiliar roads
I'm on this one to find out

Can stay up here in the cloud of eyes
Listening to my every move
Just trying to survive
Self-imposed adventure that selfishness drives
I can barely keep my head above the blue
Trying to keep it off me and you

And I can see the sunshine's rays
Gleaming through the clear water Telling me what happened before
This chapter's arrived
There will always be better days
There will always be better days

Making music is what we do
Trying to weave the patterns for me and you
Trying to make the grasses green
And the grown man cry

With the knife is where I bleed
Tangled up in a funnel's wind
Trying to come out walking
Understand it's beyond me talking
Trying to come out walking
Understand it's beyond me talking

“There will always be better days— The Head and the Heart

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