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Vacant (Acoustic)

from Stories (EP) by Jane Lane

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lyrics

It must be Wednesday
This never happens anymore
Sunlight crashing silently across the wooden floor
The paint is peeling
We never painted like we should
The light reflects the rented room
A white that shook me when I stood
Take a breath and let it all surround you

And there she was
And there I was
Sitting on a plastic box - the only chair she knew
Looking at the clothes that I have worn
The people that I've been before
It's another me or another form whose boxed up their insides

And I am never traveling that road again
I'm only ending up right back where I began
These thoughts they sink like stones
They're heavy on my soul
But the water surrounds me
Oh, it makes me crazy

The passion's all gone
The color's so few
I'm held in a pose with a smile just for you
And the cut and paste seams
Of each clipped magazine
Left you so much to desire and hold onto

And there he was
Taking in the warmth of summer's glow
A paradise, or a prison, only he could know
I heard the phone across the floor
I thought I disconnected it the night before
Oh, who are they kidding? This room just sits vacant
This man just sits vacant
My heart just sits vacant

And I am never letting go of who I am
And I'm picking up the pieces from where this all began
The mirror's like a clock
The reflection never stops
And the spinning leads to nothing
But I guess I can't complain

The passion's all gone
The color so few
I'm held in a pose with a smile just for you
And the cut and paste seam
Of each clipped magazine
Left you so much to desire and hold onto

The passion's all gone
(I am never traveling that road again)
The color so few
(Coming back from where I've been)
I'm held in a pose with a smile just for you
And the cut and paste seam
(These thoughts they sink like stones)
Of each clipped magazine
(And they're heavy on my soul)
Left you so much to desire and hold onto

They left you so much to desire and hold onto
They left me so much to desire and hold onto
You were so much to desire and hold onto

Take a breath and let it all surround you

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from Stories (EP), released September 1, 2008

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