Something You Thought It Should Be (2005)

Something They Thought It Should Be (2005)

1 Marissa

2 Forbidden Hidden

3 Iron Curtain

4 This Dark-Haired Girl

5 Jaime Elizabeth

6 In Our Minds

7 Seventeen

8 Sacrifice

9 The Way That It Should Be

“Marissa” (C. Moore)

Marissa / I won’t follow you around no more / To bring me down / Like you’ve done before / Marissa / You can’t tell me where you’ve been before / You can’t ignore / What’s been washed ashore

You’ve got someone on your back / There’s always gonna be someone on the attack / You can’t tell me that you don’t know / Who I am by now

Marissa / What we had cannot be said in words / I threw out your judgment / When I threw out your letters / Marissa / Things you say do not affect me now / I don’t need your steroids / To feel any better

You never told me what I lacked / You’re forever gonna hate me for some random fact / Don’t even try to claim to me that you don’t know / Who I am by now

Your sister / She don’t look at me the way you do / She caresses her hair / That flows behind her ear / Marissa / Wish you could have done the same for me? / The guy you see / He could have been me

Now I’m standing at your door / You’re never gonna be the one I ring the bell for / Let me tell you once more if you don’t know / Who I am by now

“Forbidden Hidden” (C. Moore)

Three miles to go / With a girl I hardly know / The nimbus of her eyes / On her breasts the lie she hides / Neither unlike you nor I / She’s the girl I’d like to try / There’s a tear within the lid / For each unhappy thought she’s hid

God forbid the thought / Of the forests men have wrought / How long ‘til we can see / The real trees?

Two miles ‘fore she departs / Down the road she takes her heart / She’s rushing to return / To the time we spent apart / Every time I share my love / She stops the car to check the tire pressure / When she gets back in to drive / I wonder if I’m still alive

God forbid the doubt / Of obscenities you spout / How long ‘til she can see / The real me?

One mile to go / With a girl I’ve come to know / I know she brings me down / And I know she’ll come around / There’s a tear within the mind / Should we fast-forward or rewind? / Then Henry takes her hand / Next time I’ll take the bus / Henry takes my road / But he doesn’t bear my load / How long ‘til we can dance / A true romance?

God forbid the thought / Of the forests men have wrought / How long ‘til we can see / The real trees?

“Iron Curtain” (A. Distefano & C. Moore)

The world could, so why can’t we? / I love you; why don’t you see? / I’ve started to look through / I’m starting to look in / I’m trying to break down / The iron curtain

Hitler and his lackeys made a go at the world / His plans they all would end in destruction / But me, I’m not like him, I’ve got so much to give / I couldn’t make it past introductions / You know you can’t get past it, there’s no way around / I’m locked down, I’ve got no way to begin / But everyday is different, I’m lost and I’m found / Why won’t you show me the way to get in?

Soviets and Germans, they both pooled into one / A drape was drawn across all of Europe / But humans, we’re all the same, we live in the sun / The time had come for some things to be done

Everytime I talk to you / I think of things to do / I think of words to say / It all fades away

The 1990’s came and the curtain was gone / Yet you and I, our curtain’s still standing / The compliments were strong, but the road is so long / Relationships become so demanding

“This Dark-Haired Girl” (C. Moore)

I’m here to tell you I’m feeling lonely / This dark-haired girl is over me / Come here and take a look through me / There goes my sensibility

But I’m still here, it’s silent but its true / Like Eugene O’Neill wrote, “I won’t have it in my house.” / That sad, sad poetry.

Priscilla wears the silk of the sultan / She wears her eyes around her wrist / And when she makes a pass at you / You won’t see what you’re bound to do

‘Cause I’m still here, it’s silent but its true / Like Eugene O’Neill wrote, “I won’t have it in my house.” / That sad, sad poetry.

I’m gone to take a walk on a ledge now / I’ll run it by Sam Peckinpah / Come close and take a look through me / See what this girl has done to me

How I’m still here, it’s silent but its true / Like Eugene O’Neill wrote, “I won’t have it in my house.” / That sad, sad poetry.

And now I’m getting lost in the by-laws / It’s not in our budget to find the cause / Of how our passion came to fail / We’ve gotten lost in the details

But I’m still here, it’s silent but its true / Like Eugene O’Neill wrote, “I won’t have it in my house.” / That sad, sad poetry.

“Jaime Elizabeth” (C. Moore)

You stood up, you said to me / You said how we ought to be / I wonder how God came to find / A place inside my sister’s mind

Her name is Jaime Elizabeth / She’s always been good to me / She stood up in church today / Said she wanted to be free

Now you see you once were lost / Gave up all the world for a cross / How I love to hear you say / You gave up N’SYNC for Relient K

A high school survivor with a cross / She walks the halls and doesn’t get lost / She holds her books for English and Math / And prays her heart will follow the path

The path of Jaime Elizabeth / Who’s always been good to me / She stood up in church today / Said she wanted to be free

“In Our Minds” (C. Moore)

We are memory / We all need a face / We don’t know her / We are memory / In our minds we are / Citizens of pain / We have murder / We are memory

We all place the guilt / On a lofty sea / Up and down it rolls, it rides / We are memory / Memories can kill / Memories that will / Lead you through fear / We are memory / In our minds we are / Citizens of pain / We have hunger / We are memory

The hate concealed inside / The laws we authorize / Won’t be toppled / We are memory / We classify and type / To add to all the hype / We are conspiracy / We are memory / In our minds we make / Smiles we’ve learned to fake / We have anger / We are memory

“Seventeen” (C. Moore)

The music that is in your mind / Flows gently from your head to mine / I never knew what I could find / Until you let me hear your mind / Roll down from your fingers / Out across the strings your tips combined / It rises higher than the edges of / The strings you didn’t feel you had to wind / The riffs that are within your palm / Reverberate throughout your songs / You’ll never put your finger on / The strings you missed; I know they’re wrong / Juan Doe said you scared him / When you didn’t choose to hide the truth / You’ve picked up so much advice / You should sell it as you sit behind a booth

Seventeen times you came to my door / Seventeen times you told me once more / Life would be half as difficult / If only you were thirty-four

He drives his car in his garage / He says it acts as camouflage / Against the constant message boards / That scream he strummed an untrue chord / He knows he’s nothing and / Next to you he’s on the fence / He’s lost his grip on her picket / So he pulls seniority and hence

“Sacrifice” (C. Moore)

Lord, let it not be too late / Lord, let it not be too late / Lord, let it not be too late for me

You’ve always been there, right beside me / You’ve always known where I was / When I tried to hide me

Let it be known that I have regrets / There are so many things I wish / I could forget about

It’s always gonna be this way / From morning ‘til the sun goes down / There’s always gonna be someone / Trying to take someone else’s crown / Let me tell you all a tale / About a man named Jesus Christ / There’s only one word that’s gonna rhyme / And, baby, that’s sacrifice

“The Way That It Should Be” (C. Moore)

We met behind the spotlight in the gym / The tune was loud, the voices were dim / And little did we know, where the time would go / I came to understand him as a friend / His thoughts were known through jokes he’d extend / And driving in his car, both near and not / You ask me, “How?” / And I answer, “Now.” / Where is your friend? / In a relationship or and end?

Mama, doncha know / The way that it should be

I woke up in the driveway, feeling cold / The pavement was dark, my body was old / And past the deadlocked door, my pockets were painfully poor / My friend that had been taken now dealt a blow / The damage was done, the payment’s a pun / There, out beyond the beach, where the whirl pools often teach / You told me, “Wow.” / I answered, “How?” / How will it mend? / In a relationship or an end.

And I always wondered why / It never turned out like that / And I can see now / That things are never goin ‘ back

Now we meet each other in the night / Our schedules collide, our calendars fight / Battles are lost and won; I’d settle for seeing the sun / We met behind the spotlight in the gym / I came to understand him as a friend / And, little did we know, what the time would bring

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