Well, I took my heart out of a dusty suitcase in the attic of your house
Let the blood flow through me, turn the marquee light on after years of a letter being out
How you feelin' now, staring at a steeple on the highway facing southward bound
Lying on the ground, praying we're better people than the ones that locked us out
And thinking we're profound, staring at Neon Jesus, like this could be us
Like something could be this easy for once
Well, I took my lungs out of a cardboard coffin in the backyard of your house
Let my tongue trip softly and a voice grew louder, I had buried deep in the ground
How you feelin' now, staring at my mouth in this quiet place we found
Lying on the ground, reading my mind, though you'd rather hear the sound
And thinking we're profound, quoting the poets like an old friend on their last whiskey round
My bones used to mistake pain for beauty
I've all but been blown away by casual cruelty
Resuscitation's for the movies
Oh, but it moves me, and I am truly breathing well
Well, I took my hands out of my old jean pocket and I let my shoulders down
Can you feel me rest my forehead on your neck like if honey made a sound
How you feelin' now? Are we older? Are we bound to change our minds
Your hand upon my side, choice is harder cause it's easier to recognize
Sometimes you lay your hands on a grieving widow before he even dies
Sometimes you forgive the people who will never apologize
Sometimes you let your life go just to live for the first time
Or, you learn to love so easy it don't even cross your mind
Sometimes you learn to love so easy it don't even cross your mind
L.J. Granered - e.a.s.y. Lyrics
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Well, I took my heart out of a dusty suitcase in the attic of your house
Let the blood flow through me, turn the marquee light on after years of a letter being out
How you feelin' now, staring at a steeple on the highway facing southward bound
Lying on the ground, praying we're better people than the ones that locked us out
And thinking we're profound, staring at Neon Jesus, like this could be us
Like something could be this easy for once
Well, I took my lungs out of a cardboard coffin in the backyard of your house
Let my tongue trip softly and a voice grew louder, I had buried deep in the ground
How you feelin' now, staring at my mouth in this quiet place we found
Lying on the ground, reading my mind, though you'd rather hear the sound
And thinking we're profound, quoting the poets like an old friend on their last whiskey round
My bones used to mistake pain for beauty
I've all but been blown away by casual cruelty
Resuscitation's for the movies
Oh, but it moves me, and I am truly breathing well
Well, I took my hands out of my old jean pocket and I let my shoulders down
Can you feel me rest my forehead on your neck like if honey made a sound
How you feelin' now? Are we older? Are we bound to change our minds
Your hand upon my side, choice is harder cause it's easier to recognize
Sometimes you lay your hands on a grieving widow before he even dies
Sometimes you forgive the people who will never apologize
Sometimes you let your life go just to live for the first time
Or, you learn to love so easy it don't even cross your mind
Sometimes you learn to love so easy it don't even cross your mind
Let the blood flow through me, turn the marquee light on after years of a letter being out
How you feelin' now, staring at a steeple on the highway facing southward bound
Lying on the ground, praying we're better people than the ones that locked us out
And thinking we're profound, staring at Neon Jesus, like this could be us
Like something could be this easy for once
Well, I took my lungs out of a cardboard coffin in the backyard of your house
Let my tongue trip softly and a voice grew louder, I had buried deep in the ground
How you feelin' now, staring at my mouth in this quiet place we found
Lying on the ground, reading my mind, though you'd rather hear the sound
And thinking we're profound, quoting the poets like an old friend on their last whiskey round
My bones used to mistake pain for beauty
I've all but been blown away by casual cruelty
Resuscitation's for the movies
Oh, but it moves me, and I am truly breathing well
Well, I took my hands out of my old jean pocket and I let my shoulders down
Can you feel me rest my forehead on your neck like if honey made a sound
How you feelin' now? Are we older? Are we bound to change our minds
Your hand upon my side, choice is harder cause it's easier to recognize
Sometimes you lay your hands on a grieving widow before he even dies
Sometimes you forgive the people who will never apologize
Sometimes you let your life go just to live for the first time
Or, you learn to love so easy it don't even cross your mind
Sometimes you learn to love so easy it don't even cross your mind
Writer: Lydia Granered
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