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In my mother's school house I would sit at the kitchen table And listen to her teach geometry She taught me about distance She taught a lesson about A boat that is sailing the sea Trying to get from point A to B So the little boat's traveling at full sail And it's trying to reach the shore But whenever the boat gets halfway there There's always halfway more You take half of half And half of that So on and on and so In my mother's schoolhouse There was always half to go To go Little boat, big ocean I'm the girl with the copper spyglass Who prays that today she will spot her shore All at once a lighthouse All at once through the copper spyglass A light telling me to lean in on the oar I start to row But before I can get anywhere From point A to point B I am at that kitchen table where I'll always be at sea Take half of half And half of that No matter where I row Little boat, big ocean Little boat big ocean With always halfway to go To go

Stay Where you are Don't come to come too close And don't go too far Ill make u count to 100 So ill have a good chance to hide Don't expect me to play fair Move in ill move even deeper inside I like you right there I like you right there Stay I hear you coming What can i do to Don't hold this druming? No turning back now That you took the breadcrumbs And i lost the way And arrows fall out of thin air If i could just find the right words to say Would you stay right there I like you right there Stay Stay Stay Stay where you are Safe in a frame Try to move closer You'll only get halfway Pin down your heart Put out the flame Don't come any close But don't move away Stay where you are Safe in a frame Try to move closer You'll only get halfway Pin down your heart Put out the flame Don't come any closer But don't move away Stay Stay Stay

You sent me a photo, that I recognize The frame tries to hide you just like a disguise But I know that face from the look in your eyes So, I'm reaching out to you You left me a riddle, I don't understand So I'll slip slips of paper into every hand And no I'm not asking to come see my band I'm reaching out to you Reaching out to you So who are you now When all you have is thin air around you It's easy to vanish when no ones around Your footsteps fall silent as snow on the ground And I may be hammered but I can hear my heart pound And it's reaching out to you Reaching out to you So who are you now If you all have is thin air around you Around you It's too easy to disappear these days There you go now but nobody sees it You leave a photo behind for a stranger to see But now you're so close I swear I can feel you No more stories just show me the real you And I promise that I'll let you see the real me The real me So who are you now When all I see is a face that Hides away love until You're alone in a place you Hideaway until you're alone With thin air around you Around you Around you Around you

What do you see when the booth goes bright In the blinding light When the flash tries to find you Every photo of every face Is a time and place that you leave behind There's the girl you were There's your trip abroad There's your father's smile There's the face of God There is everything that you were and you still wanna be What do you see When the booth goes bright There's a girl from the factory And she's on your knee Though you've known her a week And you're both so shy But she makes you laugh And that photograph when she kisses your cheek There's when she said yes There's the next ten years There's the loneliness when she disappears There's the face that you still remember Though no longer Where do you go What happens when the booth goes bright Where do you go when you're out of you What's the use in trying to hide Or tearing yourself in two When you leave yourself behind Every piece becomes another clue Pull the curtain tight And adjust the seat Lean into the light Don't forget to breathe And if someday your travels should bring you to me I'll see what you see When the booth goes bright When the booth goes bright When the booth goes bright

I could stay right here And give back the boy his book But if I stay right here He'll think that I'm a nun And I am not a nun He'll think that I am chaste And I am not that chaste Or I could run away Leave his book on the shelf with the lube and the lingerie At least it's over Whatever this is, and I Really think I should wait Though it's hard to articulate why Or I Could stay right here I could shake this habit off Just stay right here and say, "Hello" And say my name Say, "Here's your book" And, "What a place" And, "Hey let's keep in touch" But then I've said too much It's hard to go unseen At least in this instance with so little distance between Me and the boy and his book and the shop and the– Wow I take a sec to get up on my feet and then– How Now it's me Just me against the door It isn't what I want Although I think I want some more But right now Now I need to go I'm not finished with the boy– I mean the book So I will hold him– hold it 'til tomorrow

They say times are hard for dreamers, But they won't be hard for me. I've saved up everything I know To take that step beyond the lawn, Keep walking 'till I see the station And then see it go. Inside the train, Out through the glass, My finger tracing, All of these towns, I've never heard of racing past... Off the train in Paris, Half a mile from Sacré-Cœur, The city's waking up for me. A sign says an apartment is vacant on the second floor And suddenly, I hold a key. I turn a lock, the rooms appear And all it takes is one more step And then I'm here! Just me, behind my door, It isn't what I have It's only what I have in store that matters now! The past can only fade And everything I'll ever need is here, This is how my world gets made. They say times are hard for dreamers, And who knows? Maybe they are. People seem stuck or lost at sea And I might be a dreamer but it has gotten me this far And that is far enough for me. Look out my window There's a view of other windows My own museum full of paintings, I look through! Where everything is clear It isn't where I am It's only where I go from here That matters now And I am not afraid! As everything I'll ever need appears, This is how my world gets made...