Your Tiny Feet

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The space from here to you can't move around


I can get you to heaven and maybe elsewhere
Somewhere quick and not to far
You broke all your windows you know where the wind goes
How's that sound?
But it's better to stay here, you got a home here
And money's easy.

I never thought I'd see the day where you'd kneel to pray
But if you do, you should call me
But if you do, you should call me call me
But if you do, you should call me
But if you do, you should call me call me

The gold is under your feet
Grime on spark plug hearts and copper wire arteries
Stolen from foxholes in underdeveloped suburban streets
A fox bites a man
The sun he won't forget
I could write words,
I'd rather read blueprints of the room that I pace in
I'll strip the walls
There's gotta be something underneath,
There's gotta be something underneath.

Your tiny feet freeze imprints into my brain
Phrases repeat, I don't know how to explain
You overcome me you take all my words
Blue eyes control me love me till it hurts
Phrases repeat, love me until it hurts
Love me until it hurts.

Brightest you, violet on a sickest Monday
And I have to wait for another day to play the role of a man who needs this

The space from here to you can't move around

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from Belle Vue, released May 25, 2012
Lyrics and Vocals by Brandon Byron, Abby Juarez, Jake Toedtman, and Greg Mays

Music and Production by Neb Good

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