Stories In My Pocket — текст песни (Sarah Masen)

Monday`s got us running to our knees again
It seems we`re always waiting on the floor
Our destination Sunday is full of the unknown
But we`re building our own bridges to the shore
In hopes for so much more

Silent eyes are watching we`re beginning to explore
But the lights are growing dim because we are poor
Isn`t this the place we`re practicing belief
Seems we`re always looking at the door
In hopes for so much more

And the stories in my pockets
Are the best I`ve ever lived
So what if they don`t sell sell sell
I`ll take you out for coffee
And we`ll talk about D.C.
And Philly underneath October moons

Fall is walking us into a cold December wind
And maybe we won`t last too long
But maybe we will make it to play a brave new song
Mixing up the failure with the new
In hopes for something true

And the painting on the walls here
Are the best we`ve ever done
An Experiment in abstract dreams
And the colors are colliding
In strange redemptive hues
What we`ve got here is a good slow burn
What we`ve got here is a good true thing
A good true thing, a good true thing

Stories in my pockets
Are the best I`ve ever lived
And so what if they don`t sell sell sell
I`ll take you out for coffee
And we`ll talk about D.C.
And Philly underneath October moons
And Colorado`s sweeping news
And L.A. keeping four in time
You`re always setting dreams on fire
Always setting dreams on fire