[Verse 1] In my head I found you There and running around and following me But you don’t Oh dare Now but I find that I Have now more than I ever wanted to so maybe [Chorus] Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born In your backyard like you have said and Maybe I’m just the horizon you run to when she has left you [Verse 2] There you are here in my Head and running around and Calling me "come back I’ll [Bridge 1] Show you the roses and brush off the snow and open their petals again and again" And you know that Apple green ice cream can melt in your hands I can’t so [Verse 3] IIIIII held your hand at the Fair and even forgot what time it was and even [Chorus 2] Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born In your backyard like you have said and Maybe I’m just the horizon you run to when she has left you [Verse 4] and me here alone on the Floor you’re counting my feathers as the bells toll [bridge 2 and outro] You see the bow and belt and the girl from the south all Favorites of mine you know then all well And spring brings fresh little puddles that makes it all clear makes it all....hey Do you know Hey Do you know what this is doing to me? Oh here in my head.

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque le tourbillon des pensées et des souvenirs d'une relation passée, où l'interlocuteur ressent une présence persistante de l'autre dans son esprit. Il y a une référence à des moments simples et nostalgiques, comme tenir la main de quelqu'un à la foire, tout en explorant des réflexions sur des vérités personnelles et des illusions. Le contexte suggère un mélange de nostalgie et de désillusion, où les paroles font allusion à des attentes déçues et à la façon dont les rêves s'estompent. Des images de printemps et de renouveau ponctuent le récit, mais il reste un sentiment d'isolement et de quête, soulignant les contradictions entre le désir d'un lien et la réalité des séparations.