Questions can sometimes lead to doubt
As feet get less sandy
Maybe go live in Montreal
Those songs make it seem perfect to me
Six times this month come back to me
August will find a way
Because the seasons never change
I use your hands to follow the days
Questions can sometimes lead to doubt
As feet get less sandy
Maybe go live in Montreal
Those songs make it seem perfect to me
Mulholland
Bright silver night
Crawls towards the day
Mulholland
Come lift my eyes
With words left to say
It gives back only to steal away
Between the hills empty
The places where I lay my head
Mean less unless they're open to me
Questions can sometimes let you down
She tells me, "Come what may.
You may not ever let it in,
But you have my eyes to show
You the way"
Laurel Canyon's dark
Light enough to know
The passage west is blocked
By the hills of dust and row
Mulholland
Bright silver night
Crawls towards the day
Mulholland
Come lift my eyes
With words left to say
The west surrenders to the sea
Swallows the sun only to be
The light on your path to show that
You need to lose to feel what's missing
Of all the roads that take me back
I know that time won't let me have
Mercy for missed directions
You need to lose to feel what's missing
Mulholland
Bright silver night
Crawls towards the day
Mulholland
Come lift my eyes
With words left to say (x2)
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