Oliver Hart

Oliver Hart - On A Clear Day lyrics

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[Hook]

(Clear) I can see for miles

(Clear) I can be myself

(Clear) I can sit in place

(Clear) I'm not part of this race

(Clear) I'm not in this alone

(Clear) I got freedom to roam

(Clear) I can sit in my place

(Clear) I withdraw from the race



[Verse 1]

Excuse me, but there's so much here for you to touch

And there's I can do to make you give a fuck

Sometimes everything ain't enough

When the eyes are tired from wearing the tyrant's handcuffs

If I was content I wouldn't need to stand up

Why am I living if I can't love

I want to scream at the top of my bleeding lungs

Never meant to break your trust

Just wanted to wake you up

Once before I left in this personal surface to clarity

Either they're scared of me or laughing hysterically

I'm just a parody of something that apparently

Was never properly prepared to bleed

Oh how do I wish that I'd never learned to cry

When your only reply is waving your hands from side-to-side

I am lost cause I'm my own tour guide

And if I ever talk to myself I'll probably tell lies

So for now I sit in this disfigured toadstool

Showing the face of a child that only smiles cause he's told to

Sometimes they look to me for the answers and I don't know what to do

I'm usually just as confused as you



[Hook]

(Clear) I can see for miles

(Clear) I can be myself

(Clear) I can sit in place

(Clear) I'm not part of this race

(Clear) I'm not in this alone

(Clear) I got freedom to roam

(Clear) I can sit in my place

(Clear) I withdraw from the race



[Verse 1]

The chord sprung a leak

The mind was filled with cork crumbs

Caressed my baby's cheek it died of boredom

It's not a clear day until the war is done

And I'm no longer haunted by the bullet hole

I put in the head of a porcelain clown found porch bum

Reciting my spells biting the nail off my sore thumb

Leaving for good I knew that when the door swung

I don't believe that I could stay even if I wanted to

My brain ain't gray sky or water proof

So by tomorrow I'll be a robot again

The thought of the clouds coming in makes me cringe

But I've been in the storm, submerged in the distortion

For most of my days spent following this course in

I'm learning to love the moment that's rolling

Instead of openly viewing time as my opponent

So I'm always...



Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Here let me cut this shit man

It's a nice day

Fuck sitting here and writing

I'm going for a walk...
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