The Head and the Heart Follow

Wind blown whispers
Wind naked down the corridor,
The thoughts leaving my head
They twist through yours.
What will become of these gestures that we made
I’ve given up my bible
You moved out of state

Wearily waiting on the wasting of his days
A sad, sodden, smoldering soul.
Give you three bucks for your sympathy
And another for a cigarette,
The interaction feels so cold.

Oh, the songs
People will sing for hope
And for the ones that have been gone for too long.
But oh, the things
People will do for the ones that they love.

We’re only here to find the love that lingers after, the moment
So kiss me in the back room where the music plays
I know that it’s not over, no

But oh, the songs
People will sing for hope
And for the ones that have been gone for too long.
Oh, the things
People will do for the ones that they love.

Break down the corridors (la da da, da da da)
Break down the corridors (la da da, da da da)

Messes that I haven’t tried to clean up in a while

You’re in my soul now
You’ve got to waste away with me
My mind’s made up I’m staying here with you
There’s no use knowing which way the wind is blowing
My mind’s made up, I’m doing this, I’m doing this with you

There’s no use knowing which way the wind is blowing
My mind’s made up, I’m doing this, I’m doing this
You’re in my soul now
You’ve got to waste away with me