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I would meet you in the park because we didn’t have any other place to go
And I would feel the inches of your skin, the color and the temperature of snow
Listing all of our imaginary plans
You blew a river of your breath into my hands
Snow can sometimes come down pretty quick
But no one’s sure if it’ll stick
Until it lands

With your mother out of town we finally had a place where we could be alone
But when I held you in her bed you were as rigid and unhappy as a stone
When it was over, I apologized, and you told me I shouldn’t worry
And I walked home eleven blocks without a coat and it began to flurry
And every flower shop would summon up your scent
I wrote your name outside the school in wet cement
I thought it would be permanent and pure
But I admit that I’m not sure
What it meant

Time can only go in one direction
You can study your reflection
And watch the lines grow from the corners of your eyes
Memory’s as fickle as the weather
Each sound echoes on forever
And you know everything and everybody dies

So your family moved away and I would write you all those awkward letters
And your responses would arrive about a week after you sent them
You said you hated your new school, but that your allergies were better
It was impossible to know both your position and momentum
It was impossible to know both your position and momentum

And now you’re just somebody that I used to know
And where I wrote your name is buried in the snow
Every little thing comes down to chance
And shitty luck, and circumstance
I should know

Time can only go in one direction
You can study your reflection
And watch the lines grow from the corners of your eyes
Memory’s as fickle as the weather
Each sound echoes on forever
And you know everything and everybody dies
Everything and everybody dies

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from East Of The Fault Line, released March 1, 2008
DS - Guitar, Vox
Ron Kwasman - Guitar
Mike Simons - Bass
Howard Windmiller - Drums
Cory Gray - Piano

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David Singer & The Sweet Science Chicago, Illinois

David Singer is a filmmaker/musician/writer/composer based in Chicago.

His records have found their way onto the Albums of the Year lists of the Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times, No Depression, Huffington Post, and the prestigious Village Voice "Pazz & Jop" poll.

Greg Kot of Sound Opinions describes David as "one of the city's most evolved pop craftsmen of the last decade.”

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