Kemptville Lilacs - Jessica Pearson and the East Wind

I wake up feeling nothing, camouflage the wavering sky I sit at my piano, wander the wild whereby And the lilacs drink the water, and the lilacs die And the lilacs drink the water Marking the slow, slow, slow passing of time I get so angry, baby, at something you might say I dream about an awful stranger, work my way through the day I run it like a silent movie, I run it like a violent song Run it like a voice compelling, so right it can't be wrong If I'm a broken record, write it in the dust, babe I'll fill myself back up like I used to do And if my bones are made of delicate sugar I won't end up anywhere good without you I need your love too When I live a sparse existence, I'll drop down in the fold Lean in to an urgent falter, spin silence into gold I run it like the crop of kismet, I run it like a dilettante I run it like I'm happy, baby, like I got everything I want If I'm a broken record, write it in the dust, babe I'll fill myself back up like I used to do And if my bones are made of delicate sugar I won't end up anywhere good without you I won't end up anywhere good without you I need your love too And the lilacs drank the water And the lilacs drank the water And the lilacs drank the water

You look like you've been through hell But came back clean on the other side Lord knows I didn't treat you well But you'll be treated like a queen Tonight So darlin' won't you lie back And just let an old flame warm you I know I'm not the same me And Lord knows you're not the old you So babe just pack your things and I Swear that we won't come back You're about as pretty as those Washington Lilacs I roll up with a killer in my hand And I'll never claim to be better than I am You look like a killer in that dress So I guess my aim is to be your man So darlin' won't you lie back And just let an old flame warm you I know I'm not the same me And Lord knows you're not the old you So babe just pack your thingsand I Swear that we won't come back You're about as pretty as those Washington Lilacs So darlin' won't you lie back And just let an old flame warm you I know I'm not the same me And Lord knows you're not the old you So babe just pack your things and I Swear that we won't come back You're about as pretty as those Washington Lilacs

So I'm sorry As two hands open doors Something serene to steal my life away Climbing on the way up Sizing up the competition Waiting for the right time To strike a chord and change your life Don't you ever think For one second that I will forget the reasons That I cried You are no more potent Than words that choke me I sit and ask you Two words This is not a product We're not in a competition Waiting for the right time To strike a chord And change your life Regret's how I spell your name In light of what you have done How can you not feel the same? My love will fade with the sun As days go by, shed a tear I hate your face More than life I'll fake a smile for (you) my dear So turn away Climbing on the way up Sizing up the competition Waiting for the right time To strike a chord And change your life