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  1. It's the Way...

From the recording The Times Compiled

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Lyrics

It’s the way your eyes become like glass when you smile
and they sparkle, less like stars, and more like diamonds
buried in a rough so smooth it’s like still water,
water waiting for me
to fall into.

And your skin, the color of sun and dirt, a beautiful memory
of former earth, and your hair is a blanket for my eyes.
I’ll let you cover me, baby, if you want to
I’d love to be the land, be the land that lies, under you.

I behold you like a sunset
and I welcome you like a holiday
And I would join you at the swing-set if you’d come out to play,
so come out to play.

And it’s the way we prefer a bed of coals to roses,
a bed of nails to sheets and pillows.
Cause it’s never been, baby, let’s never ever
never ever let it be too easy.

I behold you like a sunset
and I welcome you like holiday
And I would join you at the swing-set if you’d come out to play,
if you’d come out to play,
so come out to play.

It’s the way your eyes become like glass when you smile
and they sparkle, less like stars, and more like diamonds
buried in a rough so smooth it’s like still water,
water waiting for me
to fall into.