Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Simon Joyner
Akustische Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Simon Joyner
Songwriter:in
Songteksten
Your father wished for you on a falling star
lt lit up the roof of the downtown bar
your mother haunted when she was learning how to dance
Son of a bitch, son of a gun
He said "shoot for the sky" She said "Learn how to run
Run for your life, boy, as soon as you get the chance"
Everyone has a sad story tucked away
so, be kind to those you cross in the naked light
They're picking up the pieces every day
but a broken heart is best kept out of sight
Did every window you pass look like a door
you could just step through and be seen no more
like a magnet murmurs in a starling's brain?
Were you going to call on a dear old friend?
No one ever understood what you saw in him
You said "They give me love but only he can tender pain"
Everyone has a sad story tucked away
so, be kind to those you cross in the naked light
They're picking up the pieces every day
but a broken heart is best kept out of sight
When your sisters laugh, I catch a glimpse of you
Sometimes, I see someone walk the way you used to
but when he turns around he never knows my name
I wear your favorite shirt, I know it fits too loose
but it used to hold a faint scent of you
and when a star falls now, I dust your picture frame
Everyone has a sad story tucked away
so, be kind to those you cross in the naked light
They're picking up the pieces every day
but a broken heart is best kept out of sight
Written by: Simon Joyner
