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“We’re divided by the ocean”

So sorry
Feist

I’m sorry, two words
I always think after you’re gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong
So selfish, two words that could describe
Old actions of mine when patience is in short supply

We don’t need to say goodbye
We don’t need to fight and cry
Oh we, we could hold each other tight
Tonight

We’re so helpless
We’re slaves to our own forces
We’re afraid of our emotions
No one, knows where the shore is
We’re divided by the ocean
And the only thing I know is
The answer it isn’t for us
No the answer isn’t for us

I’m sorry, two words
I always think after, oh you’re gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong

We don’t need to say goodbye
We don’t need to fight and cry
No we, we could, we could hold each other tight
Tonight…

“Well they tried to stay in from the cold and wind”

Gatekeeper
Feist

Well it’s time to begin as the summer sets in
It’s the scene
You set for new lovers
You play your part painting in a new start
But each gate will open another

June July and August said
“It’s probably hard to plan ahead”
June July and August said
“It’s better to bask in each others”

Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod
Gatekeeper you held your breath
Made the summer go on and on

Well they tried to stay in from the cold and wind
Making love and making their dinner
Only to find that the love that they grew in the summer
Froze

February April said
“Don’t be fooled by the summer again”
February April said
“That half of the year, well we’ll never be friends”

Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod
Gatekeeper you held your breath
Made the winter go on and on

Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper
Seasons wait for your nod

“But wait the babies haven’t been born”

Mushaboom
Feist

Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven’t been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups

But in the meantime I’ve got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we’ll collect the moments one by one
I guess that’s how the future’s done

How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road
Rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I’m sold