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Soar Loser Lyrics

V1

I’m not exactly commercial, this doesn’t feel like rehearsal

The movements I make, the time that it takes, it seems like reversal

I’m feeling tall and important, really Napoleon short, and

I’ve got a feeling I’m not alone, so just hold the phone, pick up the pieces while I can

Oh I thought I knew where and when and why, but I was calling an opera a lullaby

They say you’ve gotta believe and try, you know what?

CH

We can’t all fly…

V2

I’m in a serious pickle, better if I were just fickle

I’ve got this infernal hope, no joke, just cannot cope with middle

See there’s this pie in the sky and… just gotta rent me a giant

To reach up, grab me a piece oh please won’t someone talk me down

Oh I thought I knew where and when and who, but I was calling an ostrich a kangaroo

They say you’ve gotta believe and do.  Here’s my thought:

CH

It’s not quite true… It’s got me feelin’ blue

BR

Told you so and “better luck next time” truth be told there’s no reason or rhyme

Round pegs in square holes just don’t go – oh no they don’t

Maybe it’s not the right angle, maybe it’s sink or swim

Maybe you’ve got to swim in the sky – maybe that’s how you win

Maybe I’ve got the wrong angle, maybe it’s sink or swim

Maybe I’ll learn to swim in the sky – it’s not that high

Oh I thought I knew how and when and what, but I was calling a lemon a coconut

Oh I thought I knew how and where and when,

oh won’t someone just break out those violins

They say don’t stop believin’ but in what?

CH

It might give you wings,  If you find the true things

Still we can’t all fly, We just can’t all fly

But we’ve got to try,  We’ve gotta try


Crickets Lyrics

V1

Step one, step two, step I think we’re here now

Take three, plan four oh just a little more

CH

I’m standing in the middle, I’m standing in the middle

I’m standing in the middle of a field of eyes

And all I hear is…  crickets

V2

Says open invite, just open in sight, see my outside’s keepin’ me outside

A room full of souls, but they can’t see mine

They’ve got me wishin’ love were blind

CH

I’m standing in the middle, standing in the middle

I’m trembling in the middle, standing in the middle

V3

I’m here hangin’ on the air so it feels like we’re in now

Shake hands, make nice, but still I’ve gotta ask twice

CH

I’m standing in the middle, I’m standing in the middle

I’m standing in the middle of a field of eyes

I’m standing in the middle, I’m standing in the middle

I’m standing in the middle of a thousand fireflies

CH

I’m standing in the middle, standing in the middle

I’m standing in the middle of a field of eyes

Candles like fireflies, and a hundred-thousand eyes

And all I hear is… static

BR

I wonder, I wonder how the fire flies…

When all I hear is

All I hear is

My heart it beats it

Can’t catch my breath

BR

I wonder, I wonder how the fire flies…