Counting Crows Round Here (Acoustic) Lyrics

Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

Well, I walk in the air between the rain,
through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know.
Maria says she's dying.
Through the door I hear her crying.
Why? I don't know.

Round here we always stand up straight.
Round here something radiates.

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand.
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis.
And she walks along the edges where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus.
She parks her car outside of my house,
and takes her clothes off,
says she's close to understanding Jesus.
And she knows she's more that just a little misunderstood-
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous.

Round here, we're carving out our names.
Round here, we all look the same.
Round here, we talk just like lions,
but we sacrifice like lambs.
Round here, she's slipping through my hands.

round here

Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream.
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning.

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh....I know it's only in my head."

But the girl in the car in the parking lot
says: "Man, you should try to take a shot.
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Then she looks up at the building,
says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
she must be tired of something.

Round here, she's always on my mind.
Round here, hey man, we got lots of time.
Round here we're never sent to bed early,
and nobody makes us wait.
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late.

I can't see nothin'.
Nothin'.
round here.
Oh, will you catch me if I'm fallin'?
will Catch me if I'm fallin'?
Will you catch me 'cause I'm fallin' down on you?

I said "I'm under the gun."
Around here.
"Aw man", I said "I'm under the gun."
Around here.
but I can't see nothin, nothin.
Roooound here.

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SALES POR LA PUERTA DELANTERA COMO UN FANTASMA
HACIA LA NIEBLA DONDE NADIE SE DA CUENTA
DEL CONTRASTE DE EL BLANCO SOBRE EL BLANCO

Y ENTRE LA LUNA Y TÚ
LOS ÁNGELES OBTIENEN UN MEJOR PANORAMA
DE LA DECADENTE DIFERENCIA
ENTRE EL BIEN Y EL MAL

CAMINO EN EL AIRE ENTRE LA LLUVIA,
A TRAVÉS DE MÍ Y DE REGRESO.
¿HACIA DÓNDE? NO LO SÉ
MARIA DICE QUE SE ESTÁ MURIENDO.
LA ESCUCHO LLORAR A TRAVÉS DE LA PUERTA
¿POR QUÉ? NO LO SÉ

por AQUÍ SIEMPRE NOS PARAMOS CON LA FRENTE EN ALTO
POR AQUÍ ALGO IRRADIA

MARÍA VINO DESDE NASHVILLE
CON UNA MALETA EN LA MANO
DIJO QUE LE GUSTARÍA CONOCER UN CHICO
QUE SE PARECIERA A ELVIS
ELLA CAMINA A LO LARGO DEL BORDE
DE DONDE EL OCÉANO SE ENCUENTRA CON LA TIERRA
COMO SI CAMINARA SOBRE UN ALAMBRE DE CIRCO
ESTACIONA SU AUTO AFUERA DE MI CASA,
SE QUITA LA ROPA,
DICE QUE ESTA CERCA DE ENTENDER A JESÚS
SABE QUE ES MÁS QUE UN PEQUEÑO MAL ENTENDIDO
LE ES DIFÍCIL ACTUAR NORMAL CUANDO ESTÁ NERVIOSA