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Summer

To wake with summer in my head
I smiled for you and leapt from bed
I heard your voice, a tender song
I sat to play but I was wrong

I drew a bath and soaked the day
I tipped my hat and thanked the rain
I struggled til the evening fell
And hid when all my suitors called

'Cause sadness is a worthy tomb
It always keeps us in our room
To lay our sheets with eulogy
And move our hips in memory

So when the stars give up their fight
Because the city bleeds the night
I'll make a life of second best
It's how I will remember us


Bonjour Heaven

Bonjour Heaven
Come to my hotel
This is the last invitation

Bring a summer posy
Bring your box of hurricane
Bring my stolen glory to steal again

Bonjour Heaven
I didn't see you there
I'll concede the snowy winter for your angel hair

Bring me back my letters
Bring your bundle of broken limbs
I wanna set the pyre on fire with them


Bull In A China Shop

It's a good thing I like bruises of amethyst
Take a pretty thing and make a pretty mess
You're a lot like a bull in a china shop
Break me up like a bull in a china shop

Yeah, you show me all the scraping a boy takes
Then you unfold me and put a smile on a teary face
You're a lot like a bull in a china shop
Break me up like a bull in a china shop

So if I'm failing, it's good like m&ms
Even when breaking things, you're still my favourite man
You're a lot like a bull in a china shop
Break me up like a bull in a china shop


Anything But This

When I was just a little girl
I longed to take the hard way home
It was something I had mistaken for a winter

My memory is rain and the grey skyline
The passing cars and the Northern Line
The city lights, the windshield wipes and Standard Time, I forgave her

When I hear your skyblue melody, it won't be long before you come to me
I was gone, gone, too far gone to be anything but this

It's been a year
Now I'm counting jade in a Roman crown
My memory is New York tears, your birthday cake, the accolades, the day you drowned
Now I'm lost on the hard way home
Alone in stranger's grace, as far from you as I know how

And when I hear your skyblue melody, it won't be long before you come to me
Gone, gone, too far gone to be anything but this

Everyday, Paris falls down
We don't see it
Our hearts belong to her


Pollyanna

All the roses I could write do not amount to much
When the days of Pollyanna are going bust
And it's not the dying word that hurts me so
It's the cozy lie of living under all this wool

And all the sunlight in Paris relieves the swollen-hearted
From a box of tears and terrors in Washington Square
And your baby eyes of agony, they aggravate the infamy
Of my laughable naivete and your tangled hair

It's not the dying word that hurts me so
It's the cozy lie of living under all this wool


Deathscene

The day is bathing, the day is bathing in promises
The bed is hating, our bed is hating her emptiness
Who can say that we can't remake the deathscene?

Crawl inside me, curl into a 9
You can cry like a baby, you can cry as you commit the crime
Who can say that we can't remake the deathscene?

Give me a kiss now, as long as the weekend
You can smoke your cigarette, I just wanna feel the rushing
Who can say that we can't remake the death...


Needle

Can I be alone? Just for a little while?
I've got nothing against love, I just wanna be by myself
The needle in a haystack called Love is calling me home, again

I know a place where I can catch my breath
It's not like I'm going AWOL, I just want to do a gut-check
The needle in a haystack called Love is calling me home

I could buy a ticket, write you letters from there
And maybe all the tears would fall away
Just like they do when you are near


Real Love

I made a list of every kiss, yours was the one I missed
I looked for another just like it, but it wasn't there
I made a game of all my days: The Golden Boy, The Handsome Rake
And when my colours had all been laid, I slept a year

They say in real love, nobody's to blame
Not just in the afterlife, mistaken for a game
They say there's a friendship, it weathers any rain
But I don't care

I traded rooms with emptiness, I counted moons like kisses
I took out a deed for loneliness and moved in there

They say in real love, nobody's in pain
Not just in the afterlife, mistaken or defamed
They say there's a friendship, never any hate
But I don't care

I dont care, I don't care
I dont care, I don't care
I dont care, I don't care

I packed my work, I took it down, I booked my ride, I left that town
The baby's cry was a joyful sound, I saw him there

They say in real love, nobody's ashamed
Not just in the afterlife, mistaken or in vain
They say there's a friendship caught up in a flame
But I don't care


Morningside

It was a lovely business, alone in the Village cinema
I left my pretty wishes, I made my plans to leave out kisses

Now we walk in Morningside, puppy's grinning, Daddy's pride
Cathedral's angel all inspired, she was the last thing on my mind

The last thing on my mind, the last thing on my mind
The last thing on my mind, the last thing

Now the block's a-chalk with city children, blossomed bows, confetti'd golden
I'm losing ground on all I'd told him, the last thing on my mind

The last thing on my mind, the last thing on my mind
The last thing on my mind, the last thing

In this mystery, another star is lit
We found a galaxy and shuttled into it
I gave my key to friend who needed it
The last thing on my mind was keeping it

Now we walk in Morningside, counting brownstones, Northern side
Cathedral's angel rakes the sky, she was the last thing on my mind


Wirelessly

Those afternoons made room for our laziness
I only knew you from my counterpane
A writer so good, your looks were like a lover's
Pages of reverence, spelling my name

Funny how dreaming in cotton, in feathers
The bed becomes paper, the pillow a pen
I imagine your tethers, your letters, your terrors
Almost a maybe, do it again

You sent this to me wirelessly
I fell asleep, it was all could do
Look under your pillow, the one where you're sleeping
Before you awoke I returned it to you

Do do do do...

Now, I'm going home to the sinking feeling of why I fall in love
A life-weary conquest of immaculate bleeding
One shamelessly star-filled October night

You sent this to me wirelessly
I fell asleep, it was all could do
Look under your pillow, the one where you're sleeping
Before you awoke I returned it to you


Boy

What's with the grey eyes?
You told me you were't weeping but you're the colour of west coast January
What's with the grey eyes?
You're a Silver Jubilee, you're the colour of a cloud-filled sea
You're cool, you're kind, you're a wistful boy

I can find you in crowded place
I can lay beside you scheming
I can lay my gaze upon you for the rest of my days
You're cool, you're kind, you're a wistful boy

You're an angel, you're a weapon in this world
And boy, you're a grateful revelation to a girl
Boy...


MDGP

There's a little lake in this dark place
For those of us who fake at sleeping and breathing
Wondering why you'd hate my cares so easily
Just a little makeshift holiday

I hold a little wake for your perfect fiction
What was once affection is now affliction
Wondering why the hopeless are always aching
Here's a little heart to break

In my dear green place, disappearing, overgrown with sadness
When New York kicks you, you rise again
Somewhere inside you, your green place is fading

A cemetery waits for new summer dresses
Your fist around my true love, nobody notices
Wondering why you're never bleeding or weeping
Just an empty place for

My dear green place, disappearing, overgrown with sadness
When New York kicks you, you rise again

Now I can't quite figure out if I'm lost or preserving
Making love to giving up on loving
Wondering why you'd want me to want you anyway
Just a little bouquet of mistakes

In my dear green place, disappearing, overgrown with sadness
When New York kicks you, you rise again
Your green place is fading


BDAY

You're a strong one, and I wanna give you the benefit
But how can anyone be so...

Move along
You don't want to
You don't anyway
Make a ghost fall back in love that way

It doesn't help that I hate you now
And I don't mean the kind they talk about on the Oprah Show
Do you realize you're an effigy
You're still bringing me tears, even in Italy

Move along
You don't want to
You don't anyway
Make a ghost fall back in love that way

Lose my number
No more messages, please
No more accusations, I wanna be free of this disease

Move along
You don't want to
You don't anyway
Make a ghost fall back in love that way