Thursday, October 29, 2009

Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings

"Can you see me up on the building
From down on the pavement, or out in the crowd?
Can you see me through the glare of the lamppost?
I'm walking a tightrope into the moon

I don't want to feel so different
But I don't want to be insignificant
And I don't know how to see the same things different now

Oh, could you see me, I'm one in a million
I am Icarus falling out of the sun
Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights, and jackknife
Through night as black as a bedroom
And white as a lie

I don't want to feel so different
But I don't want to be insignificant
And I don't know how to see the same things different now

Driving through the dark while the night turns blue
You wear your intentions as I wear my intentions:
So clear

If you see me, wading through water
Oh, come drown in the river, right in front of the world
Hey, you can wash your face and hands in the stream of my anger
It's as bright as white paper
As dark as a girl

I don't want to feel so different
But I don't want to be insignificant
And I don't know how to see the same things different now

I don't want to feel so different, but
I don't want to be insignificant
And I don't know how to see the same things different now
Now
Now..."
- Adam Duritz, Counting Crows, "Insignificant"

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