Silent, agreeable, pleasing, accommodating, humble, deferrent
– abused children, dominated children
she’s not alone. all her friends are here, her audience is here. everyone has come to see her performance. her cat looks at her from the bed, the bearskin rug on the floor, her one true critic and stuffed rabbit
Structure:
– long verse, bridge, chorus, regular verse, bridge (x2), chorus, quiet chorus, climactic chorus
v
here you go again dust settles in and you see the town in sunlight
and it shines with light of ageless time
from behind the door, sitting on the floor, drowning out the sounds
fold by fold to while away the fight
you’re wandering round aimless ^this time slowly by the garden door
you’re invited in for a beer to sip down slowly
sharing only those old times before
nd they fly
fading away from sight
and it all soaks through my skin
motionless in time
100 paper cranes swaying gently on a string
300 folds
10,000 years you’ve wanted – to strike it out on ground
it’s all mapped out
900 shadows falling 200 cross the moon before i no^tice 10 more years
you scold me, they’re all knocked down
and it all soaks through my skin
and i hold your hand within (MAZZY)
900 hands i’m holding
10 million call my name out, one singing in my soul i don’t hear
10,000 tears that hold me bound firmly to the years
100 ways to meet me only 2 more lockers down from our homeroom
200 books to carry
6,000 whys
10,000 ways you called me
lies you told me
2,000 ways to hold me before you let me go you spin me round
6,000 ways to show me, 10,000 hands we’re holding, 2 million days
500 paper cranes 500 party lights hung all around
200 swimming faces 2ce more you swing me round before you go
15 more years of silence, 3000 miles
and it all soaks through my skin
bone deep it creeps in
1000 angels silent 1 soul has fallen down, without a sound
10 million called my name out, trying to catch my fallen soul
strange to return again after all these years and feel committed to the place. it’s hot out, humid, but rather than turn on the air conditioner i roll down the windows in the rental car. i haven’t thought yet about how long this trip is going to take, how long i’ll need this car. my mother’s could be in any state of disrepair. i wonder what’s wrong with it this time.
the sun is out – i’d forgotten the different greens of the new england forests. the sound of deciduous leaves. i used to look out my bedroom window, facing the trees in back of the house, and spot someone walking back there, in the distance. If the windows were open I could just hear them. Maybe this time I’d walk back there and find whatever evil lurked in some unknown, dank cave.