I am a sort of junkie,
I am addicted to you.
Start this song off with a little clichéd imagery
Sure to catch a few. Sure to catch a few…well anyway

You are in my viens and I can feel you climbing
past the peaks and all the chiming church bells
Pray to God that I will not fall face-flat
in the bathtub, crying.

But I am not a drug addict
And this love, that’s it, oh that’s it
I think I’ve had it, I’ve had it
Right Through My Soul
I’ve had this love
right through my Soul.

And sometimes I feel myself tightly curl up
And hope you will swoop down and scoop me up
Because I know we have severely fucked up
And I’m hoping that this mess will clean up
Because sometime, Sometime, Sometime we’re gonna have to
Sometime we’re gonna have to show up
We’re gonna have to Show Up Outside.
Show Up Outside, Outside, Outside

Outside…..

We are going to have to Show Up Outside

No one can care less
when you close your apartment, your apparent door
They care less and less more and more these days
But I never said I’d be the one to care
I don’t like anyone getting in my head
Most days I deny you are even there
And I guess you don’t like what I just said, Oh

And I feel more safe to be lost, more lost to be safe
It’s a homemade fog to further complicate things
And I feel more safe to be lost, more lost to be safe
That’s the way it is.

And sometimes I feel myself tightly curl up
And hope you will swoop down and scoop me up
Because I know we have severely fucked up
And I’m hoping that this mess will clean up
Because sometime, Sometime, Sometime we’re gonna have to
Sometime we’re gonna have to show up
We’re gonna have to Show Up Outside.
Show Up Outside, Outside, Outside

Outside…..

We are going to have to Show Up Outside

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DISCOGRAPHY