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lyrics
I still love the smell of wet lumber;
I still love the house I found you under,
gasping for breath and begging for death.
I still tell the story we constructed instead.
I still love the color of your cheeks when you cry.
I still try to harmonize with you when I sigh,
cause you let me in when no one wanted to sin
with me but you.
Excuse me while I nail my hands to the roof of your mouth.
Forgive if I use your name in vain cause I'll be thinking out loud.
There's a sermon that's up for grabs, there's a dark room in the back.
Last time I checked still liked to laugh with you, you know.
I still kinda like that I don't know who I am,
whoever felt you tremble in the back of the van
would not know gladness
no matter how hard he tried.
Excuse me while I tie this ribbon on you so I know where I've been.
Don't bother with the compass, all it wants to do is sit there and spin.
There's some room on my chest for a map, there's a chisel there in your lap.
Last time I checked I still like to laugh with you, you know.
I still love the house I found you under.
I still love the smell of wet lumber.
I still love the rain, I still love the windows.