What is meant to be, will be You can't escape your destiny So kiss the girl and let her see That you would do anything You would do anything, anything What is ...

This pale Mucha postcard Brings back orange carpet We called roaches butterflies And ate our pies at Birchwood Saloon Off the only road that leaves the state I...

My baby, he says he loves me My baby, he says he needs me so Covers me with sunshine Tucks me in with songs Every now and then Troubles come my way Asks me wha...

Fall back into the snow, sink deep Bury all the troubles that you keep Follow close to the places your heart needs Just for a little while, just for a little w...

I've made mistakes But I won't be ashamed It feels like fate is liftin me I can't seem to keep my feet on the ground I no longer hide So I let the sun wash ove...

No matter what has ever come to me I got my own brand of company I got da da da inside my head And I play songs back to back until I got to bed Wake up by myse...

Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank In his pajam...

I lie in bed and hear the sea My mind is filled with things I'd be I'm a perfect girl Only in dreams There is no past there is no pain The world is free from su...

I know it's there, lit and burning to shine out I know it's there, itchin', scratchin' Just to shout buried treasure saved Waiting for perfect breezes, perfect ...

I know it's there, burnin' to shine out I know it's there, itchin', scratchin', just a shout Buried, treasured safe Waiting for perfect reason, perfect ways Wh...

You're a porcelain doll that sits in a window You hold your breath when people walk by Safely kept behind rose-colored glass Neatly tucked beneath the spotlight...

Your hands, they remind me Of fond memories Of the days that can't be taken back Sweet sixteen, sweet sixteen Cool river waters Dancing beneath our feet, off ...

Red eyes fly away from here every night My intentions aren't unfair or unkind How else could I purge my heart of this pillowed dream? Arctic wind will be washed...