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There's a rope, it goes from me to you;
It's like I'm flying, and I think it's real
There's a rope, it goes from me to you;
I'm tired of hearing it's all in my head

I haven't come to ask you to change your mind
I haven't come to ask you to change your ways;
I've come to tell you that every night I take this rope
Directly to you

There's a rope, and it takes me back to you;
It's like I'm dying, and I think it's real
There's a rope that takes me back to you;
I'm tired of hearing it's all in your head

And I'm always here to haunt you
To take my revenge on you
Because you feel this pain, too
Don't you?
If you had the strength to get rid of me
Why didn't you do it yourself
Or at least
Without these mind games?

You are like a poison;
Poison me to death
And I'm here to sweep you
Off your feet;
You stare at my fate, and say
"That's for me"
And I look so powerful
When you sleep

And through the rolling streams;
The treetops above

Yeah, I live my life in these woods
To search for other places;
Places outside the world of apathy and confusion
Places where everything makes sense

I thought I loved you before
But you lived in a world that wasn't mine;
Coffee with milk and sugar from a night down the block

Yeah, and I would talk to you
Inside one way mirrors after school;
Fell in the mud
But the police said we were clean

Yeah, and everyone's a lost cause in their own magazines;
Everyone's a traitor in their own way
And everyone's so worried worried worried
That the lock won't lock
Everyone forgot their keys last night

And everyone was talking about how you could get this raincoat
For a million dollars, from the man at the train station
Yeah, and everyone was talking about how much of a facade it was;
Everyone forgot their keys last night

In the days of November, yeah
I will get my car;
Yeah, I will drive on into everything

In the days of December, you
Will take my life
But you won't go anywhere

In the days of November
I will get my car;
Drive down the coast of every country by the ocean

In the days of December, you
Will take my life
And there'll be no one left to Console me

There's a rope, I take from me to you;
Looks like I'm dying. Well, I think it's real
There's a rope, I take from me to you;
I'm tired of hearing it's all in my head
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Cannonball Statman

Cannonball Statman

About “Console” by Cannonball Statman

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"Console" is credited to Cannonball Statman. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"Console" appears on "9".

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