it comes to me in waves

things around the room i see keep reminding me
of you

still can't bring myself

to leave this bed
i only shared with you

i dream about the time of day
i'd start to make my way to you
waking up, the lights are down, i feel around for you

then it hits me
you're not with me, anymore

X's on your eyes
again, i realize
it's all a memory
because you're not here with me, anymore
X's on your eyes
X's on your eyes

i see you give me one of your looks that i adore
i knew just what to do

we spend the whole day at home and turn off the telephones, just us two
they can't get through
we don't have to talk all of the time, i'm fine just being here with you
a thousand lives could pass me by, still i will never say goodbye to you

well do you miss me
you're not with me, anymore

X's on your eyes
again, i realize
it's all a memory
because you're not here with me, anymore
X's on your eyes
X's on your eyes

it comes to me in waves, my prescription's late and i start thinking about the way it used to be
well maybe it's my mind trying to be kind or maybe i just won't concede

you're not with me
anymore

things around the room i see keep reminding me of you then it hits me

X's on your eyes
i just can't disguise
that all i wanted to do was spend my life with you, forever more
X's on your eyes
X's on your eyes

[X's On Your Eyes, The Noises 10]

my tears felt so hot upon your shirt

well, the truth
it fell so heavy
like a hammer through the room

that i could choose another over her

you always said i was an actor, baby
guess in truth you thought me just amateur

that you never saw the signs, that you never lost your grip
oh, come on, now
that's such a childish claim

now i wear the brand of traitor, don't it seem a bit absurd
when it's clear i was so obviously framed
when it's clear i was so obviously framed

and now you act so surprised
to hear what you already knew
and all you really had to do was ask
i'da told you straight away
all those lies were true
and all that was false was fact

now you hold me close and hard
but i was like a statue at most
refusing to acknowledge you'd been hurt

now you're clawing at my throat and you're crying,
all is lost.
your tears, they felt so hot upon my shirt
your tears, they felt so hot upon my shirt




well the truth, it fell so heavy
like a hammer

that i could choose another over her

you always said i was an actor, baby
guess in truth you thought me just amateur

was it you who told me once?
now looking back it seems surreal
that all our mistakes are merely "grist for the mill"
so why is it now after i've had my fill
that you steal from me the sorrow that i've earned?

shall we call this a lesson learned?

[lesson learned, Ray LaMontagne]

it's the hurt inside that fuels the fire inside me

she lifts her skirt up to her knees
walks through the garden rows
with her bare feet, laughing

i never learned to count my blessings
i choose instead to dwell in my disasters

i walk on down the hill
through grass grown tall and brown and still
it's hard to let go of my pain

on past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain

will i always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged

of these cut-throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings
i have grown weary
if through my cracked and dusted
dime-store lips
i spoke these words out loud
would no one here me?

lay your blouse across the chair
let fall the flowers from you hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain

outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
to me, it sounds like they are applauding us for the quiet love we made

will I always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged

i looked my demons in the eyes
laid bare my chest, said, "do your best,
destroy me.
see, i've been to hell and back so many times
i must admit you kinda bore me."

there's a lot of things that can kill a man
there's a lot of ways to die

there's a lot of things i don't understand
why so many people lie.

it's the hurt inside that fuels the fire inside me.
will i always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged


[Empty, Ray LaMontagne]