High above the living room I see you getting stoned
and I want to join but what's the point?
Well baby it's just you and me,
a tiny stack of DVD's and a couple of candles
that we bought down the street.
The cars outside go passing by,
leave trails of carbon dioxide
and cloud my thoughts and take away my health.
It's me and you by candlelight,
the folks upstairs who always fight,
and all the while just wishing on a well.
Up on a shelf.
Been cooped up here inside my head,
just waiting for the day to end all by myself.
I start to melt.
Feeling underutilized,
collecting dust before my eyes,
my shirts and ties, my one disguise.
But when you're gone or out of town
I'll walk about and futz around
and try to try and think of someone else.
But when you're home I'm always gone
and absence makes the heart grow strong.
Can I please get a moment for myself?
Up on a shelf.
And I'll forget the possibilities,
so just take me down,
dust me off and remind me.
Talk about the finer, nicer things we do.
Play me something soft and slow and sweet.
Maybe a duet with orchestral backing,
caught in everlasting harmony, with you.
Up on a shelf.
credits
from The End of the World,
released January 19, 2015
Colin McDonald - Guitar/Vox
Dan Garrity - Saxophone/Bass
Ryan MacDougall - Drums
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