Cover/reinterpretation of the 1993 Counting Crows song.
lyrics
Step out the front door
like a ghost into a 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
I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where?
I don't know
Emma 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
Emma came from Ashland with a friend in a borrowed van
Said she'd like to meet a boy who sings like Justin
She walks along the frozen edge of February’s Lake Michigan
Like she's walking on a wire in a circus
She shows up places unannounced
Gets too drunk and gets too loud,
Starts screaming something about Jesus
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 though my hands
She says, "It's only in my head"
She says, "Shh, I know it's only in my head"
But the girl in the van in the parking lot
Says "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
She looks up at the building
Says she's thinking of jumping
Says she's tired of life
She must be tired of something
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 though my hands
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