Kevin Devine

It's going straight to my head: I think I'm falling in love again. Such simple miracles have happened Stopped my unraveling. Your fingers, built for the piano, Work out the knots that line my back. The stress I've stored since last December, But now,

The bricks get laid, And they get torn up, And laid again, But the bricks always get torn up again. Your friends won't wait, So don't believe that shit, When they say they'll wait. Trust me; your friends will not wait for you. Then you'll be stoned i

So there's hundreds of auburn Alabama acres, With rows of red roofs over warm farmer's daughters Who've got no intention of inviting me in. Space shines all above me so I settle myself under it. When I wake up, I'm back in my crowed city apartment, W

My brother's blood boils in my arms It balls my fingers into fists It bubbles blisters burns my palms It floods with fury, fights, and fits It's got the good guy in me hiding It kicks my humble heart around It's got me fiendin' for the fire That coul

all that music in your mouth rivers rushing at your teeth cresting waves through wading valleys flooded language tributaries collect and cover over me tensing jaw and cork screw eyelids as if you couldn't bare to see all that water pouring from you c