You may not have the space and time
To take it from the Tao,
But I'm waiting in your state, your town,
Without much beyond now.
So call me quick but only if you feel
And I'd answer if I knew how.
But I'll see ya later or I'll see ya later
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
They say time is but a squeeze between
The palm and the stone
When the workers walk the working way
Just to have all they can own
A sunset ride, if for our pride
That's where the dollar's thrown.
And I'd write you if you were receiving letters.
I'd write you if my heart was felt and known.
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
It's three long days without a gig
And this city it shakes me down.
Three days ride out to the rig
Without a song, without a sound.
But I write knowing my love will somehow
Come on back around.
If you want to have, first it must be given.
To dream to fly you must know well the ground.
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
The Lowest Pair - Enemy of Ease Lyrics
The Lowest Pair - Enemy of Ease Lyrics
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You may not have the space and time
To take it from the Tao,
But I'm waiting in your state, your town,
Without much beyond now.
So call me quick but only if you feel
And I'd answer if I knew how.
But I'll see ya later or I'll see ya later
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
They say time is but a squeeze between
The palm and the stone
When the workers walk the working way
Just to have all they can own
A sunset ride, if for our pride
That's where the dollar's thrown.
And I'd write you if you were receiving letters.
I'd write you if my heart was felt and known.
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
It's three long days without a gig
And this city it shakes me down.
Three days ride out to the rig
Without a song, without a sound.
But I write knowing my love will somehow
Come on back around.
If you want to have, first it must be given.
To dream to fly you must know well the ground.
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
To take it from the Tao,
But I'm waiting in your state, your town,
Without much beyond now.
So call me quick but only if you feel
And I'd answer if I knew how.
But I'll see ya later or I'll see ya later
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
They say time is but a squeeze between
The palm and the stone
When the workers walk the working way
Just to have all they can own
A sunset ride, if for our pride
That's where the dollar's thrown.
And I'd write you if you were receiving letters.
I'd write you if my heart was felt and known.
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
It's three long days without a gig
And this city it shakes me down.
Three days ride out to the rig
Without a song, without a sound.
But I write knowing my love will somehow
Come on back around.
If you want to have, first it must be given.
To dream to fly you must know well the ground.
Memory, that fatal enemy of ease,
I have seen the way your lips quiver beneath a song.
So pray for me, tasteful remedy and peace,
May your mouth be removed from my mind before long.
Writer: Palmer T. Lee, Kendl Winter
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave