Why can't I seem to recognize
A place I'll always go to
It could be sunlight, it could be night
It's only heat with your eyes closed
I'll always try
I get tired though
Philo Beddoe
Now I make a funny kind of seed
But only stillness will grow here
I can't do the digging out
'Cause I did the burying
I'll always try
I get tired though
Philo Beddoe
In the middle of an office tower
You've taken hold of me
In the middle of a crowded house
You've taken hold of me
In the middle of a market aisle
You've taken hold of me
Asking the heart to mobilize
Like a hand opening out
Shut you away in the drawer
Still you rattle the floor
I'll always try
I get tired though
Philo Beddoe
In the middle of a summer shower
You've taken hold of me
In the mouth of a barking dog
You've taken hold of me
In the middle of a random, private moment
You've taken hold of me
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