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Going to the Mattresses

from Crooked Earth by Ben Smith

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I won't close my eyes again
just because it's night
hearts should fear their lonely men
and the candlelight

There's a war on crime, baby
so I hope you understand
that loving's just like fighting
it's always hand to hand
you fight to keep your record clean
until someone turns you in
and you love like there's a chance that you'll get struck

You learn a lot about somebody
when you're on the lam
You might think you know me now
You might love me as I am
But a public enemy needs his partner in crime
so I'll wait till your porch light flickers on

Leave the moon behind and your candlelight
Love don't mean nothing unless
you're putting up a fight
Cause there's nothing unrequited when
you're running from the law
There's no hero in this story, just a tragic flaw
So I'm going to the mattresses and
I hope that it's with you
I'm going to the mattresses for you

Well, they got us cornered, baby
So it's time to get away
I know a little safehouse
where the both of us can stay
Every promise is a ransom cut from the big black book
so I hope you've settled all of your affairs

We can hole up for a while
a keep our voices down
We can pray a little maybe
and hardly make a sound
Not every second coming deserves a second chance
Isn't it time you put it all out on the line?

Leave the moon behind and your candlelight
Love don't mean nothing unless
you're putting up a fight
Cause there's nothing unrequited when
you're running from the law
There's no hero in this story, just a tragic flaw
So I'm going to the mattresses and
I hope that it's with you
I'm going to the mattresses for you

When there's nowhere left to run
and the rain falls on the roof
sometimes a hail of bullets
can be the messenger of truth
There's a price paid by the innocent,
at least that's what they say
But I've never in my life met one of them

So we'll hold each other close
in the corner of the room
There's no regretting now
how you could've settled for the moon
But that's not real love baby,
it's just the reflection of the sun
So we'll close our eyes and hope we're part of something.

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from Crooked Earth, released September 6, 2011

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Ben Smith West Chester, Pennsylvania

West Chester, PA songwriter Ben Smith's songs sound good in both your front parlor and your back barroom---all Tin Pan Alley piano and a fading choirboy voice.

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