honey jars

May 23, 2014 § 1 Comment

Sadness and pain all over this song. :( I couldn’t help but wonder where Bryan John Appleby’s inspiration for this emotion came from.

I pick up a broken comb
Run it through my thin gray hair
Though I don’t have any plans tonight
I’m not going anywhere

Well I should have seen this coming
Don’t know why I’m surprised
‘Cause every vessel on its way down
Takes with it the captains life

Though I’m blind, my dear, I see
The parade goes on without me
My body aches, my mind it weeps
For you, for you

Tonight I’m locked outside my building
Guess I must have lost the key
So I’ll just sit here on the sidewalk
Let the snow fall on my knees

And if I make it to a pay phone
I don’t know who i would call
So for now I’ll close my eyes and rest
My crooked back against the wall

I read that old men will see visions
And young men will follow dreams
And I believed it when I read it
I see your face in everything

And now your honey jars are frozen
And in the window, your books have browned
And there’s too much room inside our bed
I think I’ll join you in the ground

Though I’m blind my dear I see
Let the chorus sing without me
My body breaks, my mind it sleeps
With you, oh oh oh

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