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I put my coat on, and stuff my headphones in my bag
I get my bike out, and walk it outside to the road
I turn my tunes on, and ride out face first in the rain

I turn the corner of the road that I drive on
Every day that I’m here
And something tells me this will be
All the things, all the ways are so clear
The morning mist bestows on my face
A sticky, cold reminder of fear
But there’s something special
There’s something special here

Who knows where time is special?

I reach the playhouse, and I pull my camera from my bag
I throw my head back, and I stare up at the cloudy sky
I listen closely, to the music half-done in my head
I turn my tunes off, and I look across the misty street

The sun appears to me again with a wind
The clouds don’t dare to appear
And I’ll go on today and I’ll see the things,
All the things are so clear
The morning mist has dried from my face,
No longer my reminder of fear
‘Cuz there’s something special
There’s something special there

Don’t look over there!
No, don’t look over there…

Who knows where time is special?
Where is the face in the window?
Where has the life gone now?

song info

Track: 2
Length: 5:30

album info

Dissected by Elijah Taylor

Released: Friday, January 16, 2004
Producers: Elijah Taylor & Michael McNamara
Tracks: 18
Buy: Out of print

Liner Notes

First, let me thank two of the most influential people for DISSECTED and myself, Heather Laughlin and Michael McNamara.  Thank you both for your love and support throughout these seventeen months of production, and beyond.

Greets to:  Mom, Don, Dad, Rach, Jim, Zach, Elliot, Penny, Sherry, Smokey, Jenna, Meredith, Melisa, Cat (wherever you are), Bodega (It was great while it lasted).

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