Philo Beddoe Songtext
von Eric Avery

Why can′t I seem to recognize
A place I'll always go to
It could be sunlight, it could be night
It′s only heat with your eyes closed

I'll always try
I get tired though
Philo Beddoe

Now I make a funny kind of seed
But only stillness will grow here
I can't do the digging out
′Cause I did the burying

I′ll always try
I get tired though
Philo Beddoe


In the middle of an office tower
You've taken hold of me
In the middle of a crowded house
You′ve taken hold of me
In the middle of a market aisle
You've taken hold of me

Asking the heart to mobilize
Like a hand opening out
Shut you away in the drawer
Still you rattle the floor

I′ll always try
I get tired though
Philo Beddoe

In the middle of a summer shower
You've taken hold of me
In the mouth of a barking dog
You′ve taken hold of me
In the middle of a random, private moment
You've taken hold of me