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The Way It Really Is (2004)
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try me on
take me home
the tags are on
it's still a loan
warranty is in the sack
you can always take me back
go window shopping again
window shopping again

scan the shelves for something red
it's different
it's brighter than the ones you had to have
they didn't last
they just fade
and you go window shopping again
window shopping again

Chorus
window shopping again
window shopping again
there's no stopping window shopping
window shopping again

there's miles and miles of strip mall smiles
waiting to check you out
and all the conversations
not so subtle invitations
but isn't that what this is all about

oops...there's a hole in the shrink wrap
you didn't notice that
lucky you, they'll take it back
the warranty is in the sack
besides there's always something more
something better...a bigger store
to go...
Chorus
Repeat

try me on
take me home
the tags are on
it's still a loan
the warranty is in the sack

. . .



I control the sun
I turn on the stars
I make all the colors that you see as you circle me
I open up the sky
I control the speed
I can make the green lights flash
I can make you crash

barely makes a sound
you stop when you slow down

Chorus
I can't make you see things the way I see them
I can't make you feel things the way I feel them
I can't wait around for you
I've got better things to do

cuz I control the sun
I cool down the heat
I can make the walls spin around and raise the ground
I control the world
I can make it flat
I can make the water deep so I can save you from the sea

stop when you slow down
afraid that you would drown
Chorus

I pushed every button
I pulled every string
I've tried every lever
I've tried everything

barely makes a sound
stop when you slow down
Chorus
Repeat

cuz I control the sun
I control the sun
if I can control the sun
then why can't I have you?

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they're old
they're all worn out
I don't wanna hang around
I don't want your hand me downs

so now I'm in this hotel room
I'm free and droning on
but the musi's way too loud
I wanna skip to the next song

the glass is on the counter
the sheets are on the floor
your sister says it's not the same
I don't believe her anymore
Chorus

so you lie yourself to sleep tonight
but you won't think of me
cuz your world revolves around you
or so it seems
or so it seems
and you can't get off
and I can't get on
yourself is all you see
and I don't wanna hang around
I don't want your hand me downs anymore

you speak to the weak and old picture of me
everybody says they wanna be free
and it's a decision

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everybody go
the party's over
I want to be alone in my head
in my bed tonight
you never show

you must really love her
you think I don't know
but I do, yeah it's true
I think over is over

I'm right back where I started
(when it comes to wanting you)
I can't have what I wanted

Chorus
but I did, I can
I was, I am
only human, living, dying
just like any fool who ever breathed
if love is blind
if love's a drug
it always is
it always was and
love was surely made for fools like me

I know where I'm going
I'm tripping I'm sliding around
that's ok
at least I'm excited
it wasn't how I planned it
(wasn't how I planned it
feet are where I landed
at least I understand it now)
my feet are where I landed
(feet are staying on the ground)
Chorus

fools like me
fools like me

I did, I can
I was, I am
only human, living, dying
just like any fool who ever breathed

maybe it's the sanest thing
or just the sweetest kind of dream
but love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)

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what's the difference between you and me
to me it's kind of small
to you it's like prison
what's the difference between you and me
to me it almost happens
to you it almost isn't
how did you become so sure

your girlfriend never smiles
and no one ever calls
you begin to wonder if they were your friends at all
you frown
you take a look around
you shout
this will never get better

but the doubt that you grow
when you feel desprouted
turning your field into a deeper valley

Chorus
you'd find
(I know you'll find)
the mountains aren't so high
(the mountains aren't so high)
if you'd only try
(OooOooOooh)

to do better

it's 9:33 and the traffic, the stoplight
somebody hits you
nothing ever goes right
and the gridlock
nothing ever goes right

and it's just a little scratch
not a permanent scar
it's just a tiny dent
you don't need a new car
it's just a little mess
your dreams aren't shattered
you climb up
while I hold the ladder
Chorus

but how many times I've tried
how many time I've missed and I've tried
how many times I've tried
how many time I've missed and I've tried

when everything's so difficult
I feel so alone
but I find a better view
on the other side of the window

so that's the difference between you and me
what if you believe that the grass could grow
up through the snow
it's possible
Chorus
to do better than get by
Chorus
to do better
Chorus

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diamonds are a ritual
a prize in a cracker jack
a name that you won't get back
diamonds are a run around
a game you can't win
while you wait for your life to begin

miss the party
drink the punch
the drunk ones are the lucky bunch

diamonds play single
so sharp and abbrasive
just look at their poor faces
it's sad
it's not in the cards for them
look down at their hands
you'll see nothing but emptiness and misery

miss the party
drink the punch
the drunk ones are the lucky bunch
drink til' they can't tell what's wrong
drink til' they can't tell what's wrong

diamonds are a piece of twine
a seal on the envelope
some guarantee of hope
diamonds are just rocks that shine
so I'm not the diamond kind
I'll never see a diamond mine

miss the party
drink the punch
the drunk ones are the lucky bunch
'cause they can't remember when they've had such a bad time
no they can't remember when they've had such a bad time
they can't remember when they've had such a bad time

except they make diamond rings

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if it's really love
you would follow it forever
would you wander for me?
even though you think I'm lost
and you know better
would you wander for me?

Chorus
this wandering is more than filling
footprints right behind me
how far would you go outside
the lines just to find me
letting go of anything that grounds us
would you wander for me?
even though there's darkness all around us
would you wander for me?
'cause I'd wander for you
Chorus

when you see that I am gone
to the edge and way beyond
would you, would you, would you wander for me?

doesn't matter where we are
we can be our northern star
far above the earth and weather
together
Chorus

when you see that I am gone
to the edge and way beyond
would you, would you, would you wander for me?
would you wander for me?

if it's really love you'd follow it forever

. . .



I probably want to hold your hand
I probably want to kiss you
you'll probably misunderstand
I'll probably miss you
lately it seem nothing's clear
I probably need my glasses
you come in and out of focus
I wonder if you notice

Chorus
I probably love you
I probably love you
the grass is probably green
the sky is probably blue
I'd probably do anything for you
I probably love you

you probably know just what I'm thinking
you probably don't feel like I do
you probably think I'm crazy
it's probably true
lately everything's changed
I hardly know who I am
my heart pounds
I can't sleep
I've come to this conclusion
Chorus

what is it about you
that makes you different from the rest
you touch a part of me
I didn't know exsists

I probably love you
probably do
Chorus
I probably love you
I probably love you

. . .



The heir is introduced
She waltzes through her ballroom
Swirling in her sequins, showing off her gown
She steps on her own train
She falls, she cracks her jaw
Aghast her husband giggles
He gasps
She slipped on spilled champaigne

Chorus:
And we crowd around the accident
We want to see the worst
We crowd around the accident
We want to see what hurts

They're leaning in the corner
He's buried in a baggie
They say he's mischevious sometimes
She's pretty, and her elbows are so pointy
They're dangerous talking in the locker room
His nose bleeds so profusely
But no one tell him he's the star
They watch like at the movies that he's famous for

CHORUS

Two stories about to fall
Boasting at the swing set, marching down the hall
She yelled, 'cause he upset her desk
Don't yell
He's picking sides, he's hitching rides to school
His father left in winter
He's no one's son
If I can poke her with a pencil, I can pop her with a gun

CHORUS

We think...
I'm glad it wasn't me
And turn up the TV

. . .



Lucky me
How bad could it be
To be alone for now
To be free
Oh don't cry
The time passes by
Just think of what you'll get
When you pass this
So is it alright if I go
Is it alright if I go
Oh don't cry
Just think about the end
I'll find my best friend at last
Lucky me
I'm ready for a ride
I'll jump off and take a drive today
So is it alright if I go
Is it alright if I go
Is it alright if I go
Oh don't cry
It's time to say goodbye
So is it alright if I go

. . .



Oh, when I turned five I got a piece of cake,
the corner with the rose.
I leaned in close,
and I told him that I loved him, and he ran.
It made my heart stop.
It made my heart stop.

Now I understand that my heart doesn't stop,
even though it feels like it could explode.
Now I understand that my heart doesn't stop,
it beats on and on and on.

And in the afternoon I put on my best swimming suit,
and spied across the pool at all my friends,
but I sat on the steps, in the shallow end alone
because my heart stopped.
It made my heart stop.

I didn't get what I expected.
Reached out and I got rejected.
I couldn't have it cause I checked it off.
Felt sad, I didn't understand it.
Why would this happen to me?
But my heart, it didn't stop,
it beat on and on and on.

Now I understand that my heart doesn't stop,
even though it feels like it could explode.
Now I understand that my heart doesn't stop,

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