1. |
The Light
02:54
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My blood comes from a scab I picked too early
And my sweat comes from
Global warming in February
My tears flow freely for the life
I could've had, I should've had
I just wanna feel again
I just wanna be, be, be, be, be
Be, be, be, be again
Maybe the light at the end of
The tunnel is just a train
I gotta face head on see if I
If I come out standing
The problem with trying too hard
Is that you didn't try hard enough
Not to try at all
They want you to need them
Til' you do and then you're needy
I just wanna live again
I just wanna breathe, breathe, breathe
Breathe, breathe, breathe
Breathe, breathe, breathe again
Maybe the light at the end of
The tunnel is just a train
I gotta face head on see if I
If I come out standing
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2. |
Not Your Girl
03:02
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If we had met in another life
I wonder if I would be the one
That you're holding tonight
Was it easier when things were pure
And intentions were in sight
I wanna believe that I've always
Been right about you
Because I don't think I
Could ever forget about you
I reckon had I not been so frightened
Of how far I had fallen
It would've manifested into affection for you
I wonder how much of that you knew
How badly I wanted you
How badly I, I still do yeah
How could I be more obvious
How could you be so oblivious
It's been a few weeks
We're friends, that's fine
I'll move on cause you already have
Am I a masochist for wanting to
Know her name, know her face
Know exactly what she did for you
That I didn't do but I
Swear to god I wanted to
In this life, I am not your girl
I am not your girl
I am not your girl
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3. |
Apollo's Son
03:46
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You have a nice nose
I think it would look good
Pressed up against the
Windows of my heart
You have long hair
It reminds me of a wave
Blowing in the wind
And right into my face
You smell like vanilla
On a cold Tuesday
You have the same shoes
As my dad but he threw them away
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna write our names in the sand
Or carve them in a tree
You might be the only one for me
You have a nice face
Very smooth and pristine
I'd like to kiss it ever so sweet
Under a tree
You're like a little puppy
But I'm scared of your teeth
And what would happen
If you sunk them into me
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna write our names in the sand
Or carve them in a tree
You might be the only one for me
The only one for me
I'm a small girl, I like to write songs
About the boys who like to string me along
But you're not a boy, you're Apollo's son
You can't be matched by simply anyone
Oh I wanna hold your hand
Oh I wanna write our names in the sand
Or carve them in a tree
You might be the only one for me
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4. |
Pillar of Salt
03:33
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I'm witty, good company
I'm as pretty as a pillar of salt
If I look back, who will I see
Staring back at me
Samson said to Delilah
Do you wanna come over
I think I'm falling for ya
His strength couldn't
Outsmart her scissors
So she cut him down
The smartest players are winners
I'm silly, not willing
To be the one that you hold on the side
I, I'm trying not to try
David, the boy who slayed Goliath
Had nothing but luck
And pretty good aim
The smallest ones will always triumph
Until they lie in the bed of sin
That they made
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
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5. |
Father's Daughter
03:20
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We met on a Saturday
It was just like any other Saturday
Except it was the day I was born
Took me to church on a Sunday
It was just like any other Sunday
Except it was the day
That I found the lord
They say you don't wanna be
Your father's daughter
But he's kind, even if he
Doesn't take care of my mother
And I know that times are tough
And he's just down on his luck
But I guess we'll have to wait
Until tomorrow
We planted seeds on a Monday
It was just like any other Monday
Except it was the day I found
The patience to grow
Those seeds sprouted on a Wednesday
It was the day that the gardener came
And cut down everything we'd grown to know
They say you don't wanna be
Your father's daughter
But he's able, even if he
Doesn't provide for his daughters
And I know that times are tough
And he's just down on his luck
But I guess we'll have to wait
Until tomorrow, tomorrow
We'll wait til tomorrow ooh
We lost our house on a Thursday
It was just like any other Thursday
Because we'd lost our house
One too many times before
I got paid on a Friday
It was just like any other Friday
Except it was the day that
I walked out the door
I say, I'm still proud to be
My father's daughter
Without him, I don't know
How I could've end up any stronger
I love his whole heart
But with our time apart
I hope he learns to be
His daughter's father
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Grace Givertz Boston, Massachusetts
Grace Givertz is a Boston based indie folk singer songwriter. With a large voice packed into a tiny body, Grace pairs her witty and honest lyrics with various instruments to bring a refreshing sound to folk.
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