Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
There’s a comfort in the simple things
Put a kettle on the stove
Keep an ear out for the whistle when it blows
But I’m following a world of things
Try to keep up with it all
But I can’t believe what’s come to pass as normal
The earth, it shook so much
That I cannot trust the ground
The earth, it shook so much that I
Cannot trust it now
At the kitchen table
School begins
She’s got her face up on the screen
Can’t imagine how it feels to be thirteen
The earth, it shook so much
That I cannot trust the ground
The earth, it shook so much that I
Refuse to trust it now
The earth, it shook so much that I
Cannot trust it now
At the kitchen table
Pushing paint
But I’m running out of sky
I’m running out of ways to pass the time
Running out of ways to pass the time