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Jordan Mackampa

Marks

 

Marks

(album: Come Around - 2021)


Let me stop you there
And put your mind to ease
Arrest your soul
With a warm embrace

Let me stop you there
'Cause things aren't as bad they seem
There's comfort that remains
In scuffed marks and wine stains
Scattered across the walls, mmm
Even though tattered and old, mmm

But I wish you could see
(It just takes some time, it just takes time)
That they're more than marks to me
(It just takes some time, it just takes time)
I wish you could see
(It just takes some time, it just takes time)
That they're more than marks to me
(It just takes some time, it just takes time)

Like kindred spirits
Just fumbling through
And when the dark tides over
We'll start anew
Ooh, shared little moments
Drenched in candlelight
And with the scent of the roses
The wax will expose our tired eyes

But I wish you could see
(It just takes some time, it just takes time)
That they're more than marks to me
(It just takes some time, it just takes time)
I wish you could see
(It just takes some time, it just takes time)
That they're more than marks to me
(It just takes some time, it just takes time)

It just takes a little time
Just have a little patience love

This little home
Put up a fight
As sober thoughts
Grew stronger in the night
On the bed we made
That scratched the floors
And chipped the walls
As we pushed it through the doors
That barely let us in
Beside our multitude of sins
That barely let us in
Beside our multitude...
Of sins

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