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Shape or Whisper

I’ve already tried this alone, hello
But I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to
Still, I find myself alone in a bed far from home
And I miss her, I miss her tonight

Would it be enough to save from this pain
To know her shape
Or the words she would whisper softly into my ear

Somewhere she is out there, is she answering my prayers
Living her life for me without knowing I am here
I just want her to know that I love her
I want her to know that I’m waiting
And I’m praying for all that you are
From the inside of your heart to your fingertips

It would never be enough to save me from this pain
To know your shape
I need the words you would whisper softly into my ear

I want to be praying for all that you are
From the inside of your heart to your fingertips

-Zach

On The Subway

Faces pass on the subway
Winding tunnels at almost blinding speeds
Eyes meet and then look away
Familiarity isn’t what we need

Empty chair, empty bench, empty handrail
All quite comfortably next to me
At the time, I thought you might have chosen the one
That would allow you to run away suddenly

Never show it to the strangers
The fact that we’ve got history
Never give it to the beggars
And say it’s the same old story
Can’t we just lock our eyes and agree
That I just wasn’t right for you
And you weren’t just right for me

Faces pass on the subway
About fifty more each day
And out of all of these people
You’re still the one, the only one
That I’d ever admit I’d want to see

Empty chair, empty bench, empty handrail
All quite comfortably next to me
And at the time, if you’d have asked, I’d admit
That I saved them all for you
I’m saving them all just for you

Close your eyes, close your eyes, I’m not listening
Say my name, say my name, it means everything

Faces pass on the subway
Our eyes meet and then look away…

-Zach

Listen to Challenge

On my purevolume. And turn it up :)

Love Song of The Weak

In the morning, I see the rising sun
And didn’t think to think of you
Driving towards the north end of the state
Sharing the world’s best conversation with a friend
Still, I didn’t think to thank you

Oh, what have my calloused hands built for me?
And when I force myself to see, what will my words be?

May I sing you a love song
Because your grace covers me
Could you love a song so weak
A song from someone like me

And when I am alone, sometimes I’d rather fall asleep
Than read the words from within your very heart
Time after time I long for the attention
Of selfish people like me
And I’m finding again that love just doesn’t work that way

Oh, what have my lustful eyes brought to me?
And when I wipe away the tears, still you are standing here!

May I sing you a love song
Because your grace covers me
Could you love a song so weak
A song from someone like me

Jesus, take away the part of me that disregards you
And prefers my ways above all the great things you do

-Zach

Challenge

See there, it lingers on
See there, it wears us down like sand upon the stone
See here, just take my hand
And we will take the land
Before it tears us away from our very minds
Before we let it erase our sanity

And the winds will come blowing harder than before
But we will keep on staring towards the sunset
And we won’t let it take us
No, we won’t let it break us and keep us from home

Stay strong, no looking back
Stay strong, we set out for good to leave our past
And though the world keeps turning
We’ll make it just in time

Oh, we’re running on feet that were made to fly
Just close your eyes

-Zach

Never Come Undone

I threw away the napkin with your lipstick stains
I used up all the tissues that you gave to me when you made me cry
Tonight, I think I’m better off alone, like I should have felt so long ago

If I had a way to tell you how I feel, well you wouldn’t hear me anyways
So I’ll keep on talking to the pillows as a stare myself to sleep at night

I wrapped myself around you so tight, I may never come undone

But honestly, I’m holding onto everything you gave to me
From the trinket toy, to the pictures, to the smell of your hair
And I’ll top it off with the hurt that I can call to mind so quickly

I may never come undone

I threw away the napkin with your lipstick stains
But I keep that trashcan close to me, so I can see it every day

-Zach

Listen to Get Away

On my purevolume.