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Music written by Chris LeCompte
Words by Frances Jones
lyrics
Opportunity makes the thief when you're struggling down below
Can't let the sleeping dogs lie when the cold winds blow
I put them past the reapers reach, I run my fingers through their hair
All of the girls I meet are the ones that don't care
I always let them get closer than they ever should
I waste time reciprocating love and being misunderstood
I taste them everywhere, I caress every part
I teach their bodies how to share what used to have a cost
I'm preemptive with my strikes, my fingerprints wipe off
Don't confuse my neglection, I meant to miss your heart
I meant to miss your heart. I meant to miss your heart.
Smooth seas don't make skilled sailors, simple lovers never last
I keep a curious distance, I love what you lack
I do the things you think I do, I slip through the cracks
You gotta forgive me honey, can't have my treasure chest
So come inside my bedroom, leave your past out in the hall
Kick off your shoes, I know you're nervous, but I don't mind at all
You say it's kind of early but it's gonna get late
If you're hungry now baby, why should you wait?
I'm preemptive with my strikes, my fingerprints wipe off
Don't confuse my neglection, I meant to miss your heart
I meant to miss your heart. I meant to miss your heart.
We all start with bad directions, ask for kisses on our keys
Potholes on the road to joy filled with memories and dreams
Of all the beauty I've held, there's nothing to hold
I had to trade all of my secrets to get back my soul
I explored all of the shadows now I talk to God at night
A broken heart loves love because each time is the first time
Something in her eyes showed me the man that I would be
Still gathering no moss, still giving all that's good in me
I'm preemptive with my strikes, my fingerprints wiped off
Don't confuse my neglection, I meant to miss your heart
I meant to miss your heart. I meant to miss your heart.
In those days the charm of weakness put its bounty on my head
There's a few I should've kept but I let leave instead
We would share our vices learning lessons from mistakes
When madness was alluring and sin was sweet to taste
It was pains into pains, the parasites surviving the host
I don't know how alive I seemed but I was living like a ghost
I look back now and see nothing, my filthy habits clean
Those bad girls became good women, I pray for them before I sleep
I was preemptive with my strikes and my fingerprints wiped off
But I confused my neglection and now I miss your heart
I miss your hearts because I missed your hearts
credits
from
The Bridge To Happiness,
released September 25, 2012
Chris LeCompte plays acoustic and electric guitar.
Josef Jensen plays the bass.
Frances Jones sings, kind of whistles, and plays the organ.
Michael Bader plays the organ alongside Jones, double teamed it.
Joseph West plays harmonica and sings on the chorus.
Produced, and Engineered by Dr. Frank at The Nest in Red Bank, NJ.
Edited by Michael Bader.
Mixed and Mastered by Drew Mercadante.
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