In a Market Dimly Lit-MeWithoutYou

[ti:In a Market Dimly Lit] [ar:MeWithoutYou] [al:Brother, Sister] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]In a Market Dimly Lit - MeWithoutYou [00:36.58]The bird that plucked the olive leaf [00:38.25] [00:40.78]Has been circling like a record never ending in my mind [00:44.32] [00:45.20]Where the needle's worn the grooves too deep [00:47.98] [00:49.38]And scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides [00:52.73] [00:54.22]So from any movement in the room [00:55.72] [00:58.08]If my cat walked by the arm skipped [01:00.26]But to my surprise my interrupting cat improved [01:05.07] [01:07.12]A sound already so severely compromised [01:10.28] [01:11.94]The needle's worn the grooves too deep [01:14.32] [01:15.80]The needle's worn the grooves too deep [01:18.83] [01:20.28]The needle's worn the grooves too deep [01:23.25] [01:24.69]The needle's worn the grooves too deep [01:27.70] [01:28.62]I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert dune [01:32.25]Beside the bush that moses saw [01:34.42]That burned and yet was not consumed [01:37.27]She's the silver coin I lost [01:39.37]I'm the sheep who slipped away [01:40.85]We pray the fingers crossed [01:43.39]But you listen patiently anyway [01:45.17] [02:03.05]I wrote a little song for you [02:04.98] [02:07.14]With a melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme [02:11.04]To repeat what you already knew [02:13.18] [02:14.95]As the stones thrown at your window tapped a syncopated time [02:18.80]You kept a distance out of fear you'd break [02:21.69] [02:23.71]But what good's a single windchime hanging quiet all alone [02:27.30] [02:27.91]The music our collisions would make [02:30.29] [02:31.75]Is a sound that turns the road that leads us back home [02:35.17]Into home [02:36.05] [02:36.58]The music our collisions make [02:38.69] [02:40.58]The music our collisions make [02:42.96] [02:44.97]The music our collisions make [02:47.23] [02:49.26]The music our collisions make [02:51.48] [02:52.75]I had a rusty spade but I'm not the fighting sort [02:56.40]If I was samson I'd have found that harlot's blade [02:59.30]And cut my own hair short [03:01.19]Then in a market dimly lit I come casually to pay [03:05.50]You see my coins are counterfeit [03:07.69]But accept them anyway [03:09.09] [03:29.35]So spare me your goodbyes [03:30.99]Your waving handkerchief good byes [03:33.13]Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side [03:36.64]I'll spare you my goodbyes [03:38.49]The truth belongs to God [03:40.93]The mistakes were mine