Give In

01. Give in to You
02. Make You Sad
03. The Line
04. Your Heart
05. Underdog
06. Counting
07. Breathing my Breath
08. Maybe It’s Peace
09. Hey New York
10. Perfectly Lovely

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01. Give in to You

Am I strong enough?
Am I weak enough?
To know what part of this love…

I could give in to
I could give in to you

Well the bell it hardly made a sound
As its tower crashed to the ground
And me, I had to show you that I could fall down
My love is not professional

Though I am type “a,”
My love is at least a “b” or “c”
I get reckless so casually
I love the way your mouth is shaped when you say you say….

I could give in to
I could give in to you

And we say:
“You’re not my kind of lover so goodbye
But somewhere in the shadows I wish you could be mine
So if you need another, still if you need a friend
Call me and I’ll meet you in that house on the hill”

But don’t you call me
Don’t you call me

Chorus

©2004 Heaton

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02. Make You Sad

Christmastime makes you confess
You’ve wanted to be mine / You lower your head
The other eleven months I can forget
But for the holidays it surfaces

And I wanna make you sad
I wanna make you fall apart
I wanna be the best at breaking your heart

I was surprised to hear you say it
I guess I realized I already knew it
You have wanted to be in my family
And I will hold this in my memory

When I wanna make you sad
I wanna make you fall apart
I wanna be the best at breaking your heart

I’ll let you cry on my shoulder
Even though I know tomorrow it will be over
If you stay, it’ll hurt worse
That’s no consolation to my aching heart

Chorus

So I can take you home with me
So I can take you home
So I can take you home with me
Come home
How can I go home without you?

©2004 Heaton/Marotta

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03. The Line

I could say goodbye to you
It would hurt me way worse than it would hurt you
I need a sharp turn to slow this thing
Otherwise I’ll give you everything

I give you everything that’s mine
As we spend all of our time
Getting closer
We both crossed the line
Then you crossed right back over
Will I recover?

In the middle of the night I drive to your house
All the unspoken words come spilling out
I’ve imagined you a courageous man
But maybe you’ve given me all you can

I give you everything that’s mine
As we spend all of our time
Getting closer
We both crossed the line
Then you crossed right back over
Will I recover?

Will I recover? Will I recover?

I could say goodbye to you
It would hurt me way worse than it would hurt you
I need a sharp turn to slow this thing
Otherwise I’ll give you everything

©2004 Heaton/Marotta

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04. Your Heart

There aren’t many like you
With an embrace big enough to hold me
You breathe me in
Never ask where I’ve been
There aren’t many like you

You can take me
You ground my electricity
Your eyes open wide / Lips fall apart
I lean my chest up against your heart

Your heart, your heart, your heart

I raised my hands to the sky
Brought cool rain to your eyes
I made a big sound like thunder
But you didn’t move / And that’s when I knew
Your love was fearless and true

You can take me
You ground my electricity
Your eyes open wide / Lips fall apart
I lean my chest up against your heart

Your heart, your heart, your heart

And you’re not afraid
So I’ll be okay
You say: “Give it all to me babe”

Chorus

©2004 Heaton/Marotta

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05. Underdog

What is the price that I will pay for my affair with the underdog?
The underdog was my love
So much more handsome and deserving
And so me too
You pulled me up by my suspenders
So I could fight alongside of you

Like immigrants we made it the hard way
Building bridges and the subway
So enamored with our striving
I forgot the price
To identify
To be fascinated by you

My love
That’s why the story is told
So that you don’t grow old
Stuck in this way of thinking

I stack the odds against myself
Just in case it works out
I can believe in magic
Magic says:
“Hey you know, I could show up
before the situation gets so tough.
Why do you wait until it’s dire?”

And I say:
“You know the reason that I wait is because I so need to believe
The miracle’s got to be bigger than what you and I, we can conceive.”
So I stack the odds against myself just in case it works out
I can believe in you

Chorus

Take away my desire to fail
Take away my need to commiserate
I just wanted to be one of the guys
So I promised I’d stay here by your side
But no, I won’t
I can’t oh honey – no you don’t
That’s why the story is told
So you don’t wear clothes you’ve outgrown

So even though it seems
That people who have suffered can be nicer
Even though it seems and it may be true
That people who have suffered can be deeper and kinder
If you put on suffering like a coat
If you grab the myth of the underdog by the throat
And say: “I’m wearing you tonight.
I know we can hit it just right.”
That’s when you’ll miss it.

What is the price that I will pay for my affair with the underdog?
The underdog was my love

©2003 Heaton

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06. Counting

If we make it
I know you’ll walk away
Happy that you got the prize
With that look in your eyes

You’ll be counting, counting, counting,
Yeah you’ll be counting

You know I had a boyfriend
For seven long years
You do the math from when you think I started
How many has it been?

If I tell you that I liked it
Did I lie about our sex?
You know I tell the truth only half the time
Or maybe forty-five percent

Yeah you’ll be counting, counting, counting,
You’ll be counting
Did she like it, like it, like it?
You’ll be counting

If I tried to hurt you
I’d wanna know how much it did
Just how much money would it cost
To repair the pain I inflict?

Tears are like snowflakes
I want to catch yours in my hand
Study each one and rank its beauty
On a scale from one to ten

I’ll be counting, counting, counting
I’ll be counting
Did it hurt you, hurt you, hurt you?
I’ll be counting

We’ll be counting, counting, counting,
We’ll be counting

©2004 Heaton

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07. Breathing my Breath

You crawl into the spaces inside me
And lay down your lazy head
You’re so casual
As you breathe all of my breath

Gentle as a murderer
You look at me with those eyes

You believe all the lies ever told
In anecdotes
You side with the jealous ones
I don’t know why
Even though you have the spark they’re jealous of

Gentle as a murderer
You look at me with those eyes

I don’t hate you
Only you can make you
And I’ve been choking
Hoping you’re just joking
I’m waiting for the punch line
Waiting for you to say: “I’m so sorry I stole your air”

You’re like a trick mirror
When I look close I see only black
It’s only love
You can keep it or give it back

Gentle is my murderer
Who looks at me with those eyes
Maybe I don’t mind if he takes what was mine

©2004 Heaton

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08. Maybe It’s Peace

That man he had no resistance in him
Even as they brought him to his death
I resist every moment that I have
I fear the future
I rewrite my past

Maybe it’s peace that lies beyond fear and desire
Maybe it’s peace that’s calling me home
If I pass through the doorway of fear and desire
Maybe it’s peace that will welcome me home

I knew there must be a way for the finding
Though I feared it could not be of this world
If I worry or speak ill of you
I’ll just say a prayer or two
And my soul will remind me I’m still loving you

Chorus

©2004 Heaton/Marotta

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09. Hey New York

You the anti-hip
You the anti-hype
So seriously do you take your job
You’ve created an entirely new type of attitude
Probably snobbery, possibly virtue
But I never knew
So I left you

Chicago
You wanted the best for me
Kind of like my friend Andy
Who asked:
“What are you going to do when you grow up?
Won’t you run out of music ideas? Aren’t there only twelve notes?”

Hey New York is my sanctuary
Where the bankers are actors
And the waiters all are stars
It’s a big celebration
Oooh yeah

We’re all waiting on
A nuclear bomb
To blow us away
Some of us would probably escape
And found a new New York
Maybe in Ohio
Where dreams could still come true

Not sure if I’ll get away
But I’ll still plan my escape
Pick up the few friends I have left
In Harlem and the East Village
Oh I forgot they already moved away
They couldn’t afford to live here
And they were tired of being scared every day
Chorus
Maybe I’ll go home
Where people are humble and strong
And they get the best stuff
Like Second City and Steppenwolf
And maybe that’s because they know the difference
Between talent and attitude

And there are rarely any breast implants
Jenny McCarthy was our only one
They’re just wasted under winter coats
When there’s never any sun
And the terrain doesn’t change for thousands of miles
New boobs would be too big a change over too little time
And at the end of the play
As the actor leaves the stage
An audience member with a compulsion to make everything the same
Is bound to say:
“But what do you do for your real job?
“What do you do for your real job?
That was really great but what do you do for your real job?”
And that’s when I think I’ll stay in….

Chorus

©2004 Heaton

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10. Perfectly Lovely

You are the sea
I am the wind
I rush I whistle
You roll you bend

Just out of reach in this lifetime
I hover above you
And you feel me
My untouchable love

My love
My love

I will not be a part of your drama
But I’ll watch what you create from right above you
I shout out: “I love you”
I say the things to you
That I most need to hear
I get them confused

My love
My love

Can’t you see
I’m running
Away from your smile
In my memory?
Oh can’t you see
That you and me
Are perfectly lovely?

You are the sea
I am the wind
I rush I whistle
You roll you bend

Just out of reach in this lifetime

©2004 Heaton