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Lyrics & Titles

I am not usually one to remember song titles. Sing the hook or the chorus, and I'll know the song. But not the title. However, this week I've had two titles floating around in my head, making me think they are somehow relevant to my life right now. Both belong to Anberlin songs.

Inevitable and There Is No Mathematics to Love and Loss

Since I can't listen to the song, and I don't recall the lyrics, I looked them up online this morning. I can hear them in my head again...and am reminded of why Anberlin is my favourite find from 2007.

Mathematics
If you're leaving, leave the cigarettes.
You've already got the lighter and the keys.
She packs her boxes.
He knows that she's serious
Not by the look in her face but by the lack of rings.
Words lost their meanings long ago.
Right around the time when she let him know.

Oh oh oh oh ohoh oh oh

Have you ever heard a word?
Rather be lonely in love, than alive with you and dead.
Have you ever heard a word?
Hear me out this time (Hear me out this time).
Have you ever heard a word?
Rather be lonely in love, than alive with you and dead.
Have you ever heard a word?
Hear me out this time (Hear me out this time).

There is algebra in gasoline.
Burning pictures, pages and photographs.
Fire can make a conscience clean.
(Strike the match, we'll see)
Rolls the window down, calls his name and pulls away.
Rethinks every word he's said in disarray.
Watched their house burn and in turn.
(What made it home, drive away)

Have you ever heard a word?
Rather be lonely in love than alive with you and dead.
Have you ever heard a word?
Hear me out this time (Hear me out this time).
Have you ever heard a word?
Rather be lonely in love than alive with you and dead.
Have you ever heard a word?
Hear me out this time (Hear me out this time).

Where does one start
To pick up pieces
Of a gasoline heart?
When all he has is driving away.
Ay ay ay ay ayay ay ay..


in contrast...Inevitable
Do you remember when we were just kids
And cardboard boxes took us miles from what we would miss
Schoolyard conversations taken to heart
And laughter took the place of everything we knew we were not

I wanna break every clock
The hands of time could never move again
We could stay in this moment (stay in this moment)
For the rest of our lives
Is it over now hey, hey, is it over now

I wanna be your last, first kiss
That you'll ever have
I wanna be your last, first kiss

Amazing how life turns out the way that it does
We end up hurting the worst, the only ones we really love

I wanna break every clock
The hands of time could never move again
We could stay in this moment (stay in this moment)
For the rest of our lives
Is it over now hey, hey, is it over now

I wanna be your last, first kiss
That you'll ever have
I wanna be your last, first kiss

Is it over now hey, hey, is it over now
Is it over how hey, hey, it's not over now

I wanna be your last, first kiss
That you'll ever have (that you'll ever have)
I wanna be your last, first love (that you'll ever have)
Till you're lying here beside me with arms and eyes open wide
I wanna be your last, first kiss for all time

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