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EIGHT RINGS

Eight rings and I’m down in the driver’s seat, cause’ I want to make sure that you’re okay, tonight.

No strings are tying you here to me. 

But when the porch lights off, you know, you give me an awful fright.

 

Listening to you brings it all home too fast. Your sad eyes tearing me out of my past.

That’s what we used to be. It’s as real as you and me when I listen to you.

I’m just listening to you.

 

I forget that you can take care of yourself, but I’ve got my reasons. I’ve got my memories.

I just met myself for the first time and I don’t much care for the man who’s standing in front of me.

 

Listening to you brings it all home too fast. Your sad eyes tearing me out of my past.

That’s what we used to be. It’s as real as you and me when I listen to you.

I’m just listening to you.

 

Sometimes you know I feel a bit rusty. Cause I can’t hold conversations like I did.

It’s all talk, but I learned every word from you. So don’t look shocked if I act like a little kid.

 

Listening to you brings it all home too fast. Your sad eyes tearing me out of my past.

That’s what we used to be. It’s as real as you and me.

That’s what we used to be. It’s as real as you and me when I listen to you.

I’m just listening to you.

I’m just listening to you.

I’m just listening to you.

JVA - Vocals, Drum Programming, Bass, Guitars