<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999023264612826510</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2024 21:47:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>owl City</category><category>The Saltwater Room</category><title>all about music</title><description></description><link>http://warehouselyrics.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (publisher)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999023264612826510.post-5230831895713362224</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 14:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T06:58:22.983-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">owl City</category><title>Early Birdie,Owl City</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;             Good evening, shuttle bus! Tell me where you’re going to take us&lt;br /&gt;Someplace that I have never been&lt;br /&gt;It’s chic transportation to new destination where I leave my reflection on the glass&lt;br /&gt;I’d ask but we don’t know how far these interstates go&lt;br /&gt;Or how deep the city roots go down&lt;br /&gt;In chilly sub-depth railways, the weathered concrete stairways provide me with a means of getting home… if I ever leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On crystal sand, we sleep hand-in-hand&lt;br /&gt;While soothing words hover like hummingbirds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many sights to see so wake up like an early birdie&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll get a head start on the day&lt;br /&gt;Stained-glass skyways and crowded 6 lane highways&lt;br /&gt;If I look back when I begin to leave, will they remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuit flights bend the lights when I am spent&lt;br /&gt;And tour guides make happy brides feel heaven-sent             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dance&lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head&lt;br /&gt;A sockhop beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s hard to say that I&#39;d rather stay awake when I&#39;m asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my door open just a crack&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I feel like such an insomniac&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep?&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;When I&#39;m far to tired to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m weird cuz I hate goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell)&lt;br /&gt;But I know where several are&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams get real bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I saved a few and I 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/&gt;Around my arms and began to shiver violently before&lt;br /&gt;You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me&lt;br /&gt;Running into the dark underground&lt;br /&gt;All the subways around create a great sound&lt;br /&gt;To my motion fatigue: farewell&lt;br /&gt;With your ear to a seashell&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the waves in underwater caves&lt;br /&gt;As if you actually were inside a saltwater room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;br /&gt;We need time, only time&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldn’t let me sign on?&lt;br /&gt;All my islands have sunk in 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