i tried to write the perfect song to let you know that i was wrong
and fix the bloody hole in the roof where the hammer fell
my shoes they fall in foreign places looking for my other in a sea of faces
a girl and a boy in the corner where the hammer fell
sometimes i wonder
is there someone there to carry
you on their shoulders for just a little longer
i was stuck stuck stuck in the past
i saw you at amoeba and we fell so fast
but fairy tales always fade and the bruises last
i finally wrote the perfect song i played it in my
bedroom all night long
i thought of you but i couldn't call and the hammer falls
sometimes i wonder
is there someone there to carry you on their shoulders
for just a little longer
at twenty five i bought a sampler when my
band broke up i thought i lost my spark
that old reaper left it's mark
sometimes i throw myself around
sometimes i wonder
is there someone there to carry
you on their shoulders for just a little longer