• Round here we stay up very very very very late

    Jan 7 2011, 17h07

    I've recently fallen in love with the song Round Here by Counting Crows all over again.
    It's so beautiful.
    Panic! At The Disco's version or Brendon Urie's version or Counting Crows's version?
    It doesn't matter, I love them all.
    The lyrics are amazing, and I'm going to put them here so whenever I'm reading my old journal entries, I can find it and fall in love with it again.

    Step out the front door like a ghost
    Into the fog where no one notices
    The contrast of white on white.
    And in between the moon and you
    Angels get a better view
    Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
    And I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again
    Where? I don’t know
    Well, Maria says she’s dying
    Through the door I hear her crying
    Why? I don’t know
    Round here, we always stand up straight
    Round here, something radiates
    Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
    She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
    And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
    Just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus
    She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off.
    She says she’s close to understanding Jesus
    And she knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
    She has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous
    Round here we’re carving out our names
    Round here we all look the same
    Round here we talk just like lions
    But we sacrifice like lambs
    Round here she’s slipping through my hands
    Run home, sleeping children better run like the wind
    out of the lightning dream
    Mama’s little baby better get herself in
    out of the lightning
    She says “it’s only in my head”
    She says “Shhhhh I know it’s only in my head”
    But the girl on the car in the parking lot
    Says “Man you should try to take a shot
    Can’t you see my walls are crumbling?”
    Then she looks up at the building
    Says she’s thinking of jumping
    She says she’s tired of life
    She must be tired of something
    Round here she’s always on my mind
    Round here hey man we got lots of time
    Round here we’re never sent to bed early
    and nobody makes us wait
    Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
    I can’t see nothing nothing round here
    Will you catch me if I’m falling
    Will you catch me if I’m falling
    Will you catch me cause I’m falling down on you
    I said I’m under the gun around here
    I’m innocent, I’m under the gun around here
    And I can’t see nothing
    Nothing round here
    Round Here