Most People - Dawes
If she listens very carefully
To a room of conversation
She can feel the planet
Orbiting through space
She hears pieces of arguments
Beginnings of jokes
And the odd lines of a
Song she cannot place
And it all makes up an image
That resists interpretation
Which is lately how she likes
To see herself
How she does not believe in accidents
Doesn't disagree out loud
And falls in love with
Every man she cannot help
And she thinks most people don't
Talk enough about how lucky they are
Most people don't know what
It takes for me to get through the day
Most people don't talk enough
About the love in their hearts
But she doesn't know most
People feel that same way
If she focuses her energies on
Just walking through the neighborhood
With depths and shallows
Nobody could sound
Like January Christmas lights
Under billion year old stars
She comes up with more of
What is lost than what is found
So by the time that she explains
To me just a glimpse of
What she's understood
She betrays the meaning
Putting it in words
So she smiles at me lovingly and says
Just let me hold your hand
So far it's the only way
I can let myself be heard
And she thinks most people don't
Talk enough about how lucky they are
Most people don't know what
It takes for me to get through the day
Most people don't talk enough
About the love in their hearts
But she doesn't know most
People feel that same way
And she thinks most people don't
Talk enough about how lucky they are
Most people don't know what
It takes for me to get through the day
Most people don't talk enough
About the love in their hearts
But she doesn't know most
People feel that same way
And she thinks most people don't
Talk enough about how lucky they are
Most people don't know what it
Takes for me to get through the day
Most people don't talk enough
About the love in their hearts
But she doesn't know most
People feel that same way
