The journey of learning often feels like an intimate, and sometimes difficult, conversation. What follows are two voices in that dialogue
An homage to The National and Rust
I'm your angel when it rains, dear
Heaven picks the place
I'm a child in that way, dear
Please, do it again
Hey Rust, I think I know just what the feeling is
I was hoping you wouldn't see me like this
I hate to fall before your feet again
I'm the rocks they weigh down the angels with
Help me see it won't always be like this
Hey Rust, I think I know just what the feeling is
Hey Rust, I think I know just what the feeling is
You said you "got to let me escape myself"
You said "I don't know how not to want something else"
If I held your hand again
Would you be here down on your knees like this?
Hey Rust, I think I know just what the feeling is
Hey Rust, I think I know just what the feeling is
I will love you like there's razors in it
And C will love you like a radiant flame
There's never really any safety in it
Please, do it again
There's never really any safety in it