Denison Witmer

This cannot be real lookin' out into the cold. This window holds a view of you and I and growing old. I would call you now if I had strength on telephones. I would call you now and say the words to bring you home. This cannot be real lookin' out into

Daniel and for everything this year I never meant to pull your strings so hard In a room with just a door to where you slept If you only heard the secrets that i kept I'm sorry things i said, hurt you bad I'm sorry things i've did, made you sad Do yo

Is my mind at ease or am I jaded? Has the brightest color in me faded? Have the simplest things been complicated In a song? I was just nineteen when all this started I was sun burned skin and open hearted I was hometown proud, tucked in, and parted I

Woke up this morning With love in mind It was raining outside But my love still shined Kept me warm Until my plane touched the sky And I've seen love make a fool of a man He tried to make a loser win But I've got nothing to lose I can't get back agai

[ti:Little Flowers] [ar:Denison Witmer] [al:Are You a Dreamer?] [offset:0] [00:00.51]Little Flowers - Denison Witmer [00:14.75]How you found me out, I still never understand [00:21.55]Thoughts you can＇t take with you when you go [00:28.53]You were wa

Of all the weather here I like rain the most Of all the drives I've had The Oregon coast Of all the poetry The Nights of Li-Young Lee Of all the songs we sing The songs of love And I know how you've been worried sick for me And I know how you've been

Lately I been waking to The bluest stars that I once slept through The morning hangs like open chords That I fill in with my own thoughts and words I used to worry all the time But I slowed down to live my life To live my life now College campus and

Oh my God I feel it in my blood The warming of the winter The coming of the flood Springtime's song Born without the words Waiting for a flower Longing to be heard Pushing it's way out of the ground Born Without The Words Feelings too old to die youn

This is what it's like Finding your feet again The part of you that couldn't Finally thinks you can You're taking off some time to do this A small apartment bedroom rearranged To know that you are loved You're finding your feet again The part of you

We fill those rooms between us Every day we die unto ourselves I counted all my blessings I signed my name across you I took yours upon myself I'll be your friend I'll be your friend I'll be your friend I'll be your friend I'll be your friend Oh my l

I remember you in a thrift store dress Rainfall on the taxi roof on the morning we arrived in Amsterdam Two church towers and a glass rose in your eyes Jet lagged on the canal bridge and waiting for the boats to pass us by If I sang a song for you I

I've got more important things than shiny diamond rings and modern furniture Life before aesthetics was a ____ in a wall, a borrowed comforter But now I wait until the sound, like I never drowned in my addition I would never say what's right, wakes m

Sense of home is all of this and more Voice of love flies just beyond the door Contemplating, I no longer change Built my hope according to the day Beautiful boys and girls Beautiful broken world Beautiful boys and girls God if I pray, so long so lou

Just after two o'clock a.m. There's only drunks on the roads I told you not to You said you still have to go So if you'll be sleeping late Won't you call me when you wake I lay in the darkness and you Will be the light on my face We build our friends

Now, there is a voice inside the air Words come down They haunt me Hands move from a small back onto A collarbone is bending From the bed at night I called you All the wrongs went right We both knew Should I lose my way through the streets of my city

My room has a big white bed Pictures on the mirrors Books that last a year Everything but sleep Don't you know Nothing won't fit under there The Dowmaker's ghost A heavenly host Everything but sleep Don't you know Everything but sleep Where does it g

 Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings pale mornings bottle of blues And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes My mind was young until she grew My secret thoughts known only b

In my early years I hid my tears And passed my days alone Adrift on an ocean of loneliness My dreams like nets were thrown To catch the love that I'd heard of In books and films and songs There's a world of illusion and fantasy In the place where the

I called your sister To make sure you're all right But she told me that you stepped out for the night So I thought of all the places you could be And your Irish eyes of green And her father turned slowly into light For the hardest five years Of her f

Little Flowers How you found me out I still never understand, Thoughts you can't take with you when you go. You were waving flags that bare the colors Of your love I didn't know: Orange for the vineyards, Blue is for the rivers, Green goes like a hil