Observer from Replacement Things by David Newberry

You are all around me (haunting through these halls).
Come in. Come in. Come in. (quit knocking 'round my walls).
I wanna backslide with you. You're a chameleon. You could be anything.
The Nausea is from the booze, but the fear is from the sobering.

You're putting bars up in your windows (I'm putting bars up in my windows too).
And while you're paying off your dealer, I'm dropping food into the pens of the lions at the zoo.
There is a rabbit inside of my hat (it was a magic trick), what did you think of that?
I never should have come back. It was an after thought. It was a heart attack.

It just took a little time to figure out. That the voice was coming from inside of my mouth.
And in the aftershocks of earthquakes in which feet come through the door: I don't want to be an observer anymore.

You're after something (that maybe I can live without).
Come in, I want you here (I need you for my doubts).
But even tourists can get the blues, and even body parts can make the afternoon news.
I want to run! I want to lose! I want the courage that it takes to break the rules!

CHORUS

I woke up on the side of the road.
You are in my dreams. I am in your gold.
I hope you like me in your home.
Because the locks won't keep the doors closed.

No matter what you are, this difference bears your name.
No matter what you do, regrets are on their way.
You're a deadman once you are free. You are a metaphor for everything.
I want what you're offering. (It is meaningless? It is certainty?)

CHORUS

• Reggae
• alternative
• indie rock
• songwriter
• Toronto