Skinny Atlas - Garden of the Gods lyrics

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Skinny Atlas - Garden of the Gods lyrics

I'm left behind trying to smile at your lonely ghost I guess I'll find you in some miles on the open road And I will take you home like a designated driver And hold you until heaven waits to find ya There's probably not too many other people you could simply touch and coat in gold But for me you reconnect the pieces of my broken soul So, if last week's another seven days behind us Then I guess I gotta wait until I resonate inside ya I can't wait to be beside ya, I'll admit it all the pictures That I've pictured in my mind were just envisioned on the simplest of slides Dismissing all the superficial lines that I've been fishing with The sea's got too many fish to cry in But I verified I'm terrified to make decisions Since I learned that Michigan is shaped like a mitten And I learned that Tanner is a girl's name When they were listening to John Mayer, we were waiting on the world to change Its mind. I suppose this caged prison isn't mine But is a fixture in which my imagination dies I'm on a mission to make sense of every plan I paint in fiction Till the next plane is landing, I'll be waiting for you there, thinking that Chorus I will take you home like a designated driver I will take you home like a designated driver I will take you home as if I was your designated driver And hold on to you close ‘cause eventually I'll find you And I will take you home like a designated driver And I will take you home like a designated driver I will take you home as if I was your designated driver And hold on to your bones in case eventually you die before I find you And I will keep your secrets warm Like the time we lost ourselves beneath the floorboards It was all raw and it was written on the floor So I will take you home Delilah that's where you belong Until I will I lift you to the visions I've enlisted in my summer journal entries That all say “I miss you, Stranger, it's been centuries We've both been very well.” A show-and-tell of carried mail We lived in our epistles through a love that comes from fairy tales But whatever we're given we've been given without reason And within what I'm living I've been living without breathing It's a hell like forest fires in a fit since our stations parted Hey soul sister, your lip stick stained my heart And if you take apart the distance, break it into pieces You can see that not everything that's stabbed starts to bleed And so I know I won't be bleeding. Yeah I know I won't be bleeding As long as you promise me that you won't ever leave me, I believe that Chorus I will take you home like a designated driver I will take you home like a designated driver I will take you home as if I was your designated driver And hold on to you close ‘cause eventually I'll find you And I will take you home like a designated driver And I will take you home like a designated driver I will take you home as if I was your designated driver And hold on to your bones in case eventually you die before I find you Outro I hold my breath and I close my eyes and I look to the West where they turn back the time for you I know the dawn of a new day should rise but I wish that New York would just turn back its time for me