Sweethearts - Suitcases lyrics

Suitcases [Verse 1: Sweetheartz] Ooh, Ooh She sits in suitcases late at night Thinking of where he is Traveling's fine if you find your way home She sits in suitcases late at night Thinking of where he is Traveling's fine if you find your way home Here's hoping he'll find his Summer's over, time for flight Palm on the gla** at the end of the night Two lover's severed only by distance Through time and tears, march in resistance Sound seems to carry but the looks remain And so much is lost, everything but the pain Because only miles keep torn lovers apart Mountains, road, and desert, mapped topography of heart I went into an antique shop today to feel The building itself creaked with the past in certain corners And there were some I dare not enter or linger I felt a chill overwhelm me I knew not who it was in the downstairs Separated antique desks A doll made from rags sat hauntingly on a rocking chair Seven dollars now But to someone once she was hope I pull a dusty seat out and touch the relics on an old writing desk Box labeled "Master Writing Set: Pens for Artists." The mind begins to wander when it's given space to breathe New pa**ions rush to enter, and the ache begins to leave They wonder, "Is it the answer, to just move on and pray?" End of day nothing stays, break away and break away A lute, wooden and probably cracked A fifth grade spelling book who's previous owner has met the earth Photographs, the old ones on cardboard paper Just faded faces on white emptiness I page them one by one over Looking carefully, but not long at each face unknown And they always will be But on the backs of some In addition to the printer Some of the photos had scribbled in pencil names I wonder, whom bothered? I wonder who'd care? Can it be? (More scribble I couldn't make out.) "Died - 33. Burned." Burned, burned Who will it be? Am I a faded face on a forgotten photograph? Who will care to write my name? Traveling through memories choosing the best So in here mind tonight he's with her And in her suitcase she can rest And in her suitcase she can rest I have an uncontrollabe urge to be empty, to release my self And then reach drunken stupor on the secrets of years I leave the desk I do not push in the chair Some nights she'll dream he's come home Found himself and grown But in his arms still room for her Absence makes the heart grow fonder (BREAK) Although, I am only in a sweater as I stare back to my car I am not cold, I am dry, and slow thoughts Each priced in string and pen Pulse patiently for their turn in evaluation The closer I got to my car, my sweater thinned and I realized the weather But for the rest of the day I smelled of old The closer I got to my car, my sweater thinned and I realized the weather But for the rest of the day I smelled of old I smelled of old I smelled of old Ooh, Ooh She sits in suitcases late at night Thinking of where he is Traveling's fine if you find your way home She sits in suitcases late at night Thinking of where he is Traveling's fine if you find your way home Here's hoping he'll find his