Slow Life

I think I know what's on your mind, 
a couple words, a great divide. 
Waiting in the wings, a sparring spite, 
crawling out the foreground from behind. 

Even though you're the only one I see, 
it's the last catastrophe. 
Place your bets on chance and apathy 

Take anything you want, it's fine. 
Keep up the slow life for the night. 
Dont take it back, I'll just deny 
this constant noise all the time. 

Even though you're the only one I see, 
it's the last catastrophe. 
Place your bets on chance and apathy 
to the wind in front of you. 

Even though you're the only one I see, 
it's the last catastrophe. 
Place your bets on chance and apathy 
to the wind in front of you. 

Even though you're the only one I see . . .

You Have My Attention

Quiet now.
Your voice sings miles away
but somehow I hear your song resound
A little bit softer each day
And from my tired heart, a little bit farther away.

I’ll sing along
The whole day through.
Just do your best to hear me.
It’s all you can do.

You have my attention
Like you’ve had all the while,
Since that first day when you made my heart smile,
With loving eyes and tired sighs that follow.
You have my attention
Like a shout through an empty sanctuary.
Speak but a whisper;
I’ll hear a sermon

I’ll sing along
the whole day through.
Just do your best to hear me.
It’s all you can do.

I’ll sing along
the whole night through.
While you sleep safely,
I’ll be thinking about you.

You have my attention.