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Andy Hill- Vocals, Piano, Synth, Acoustic Guitar
Renee Safier- Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Marty Rifkin- Bass, Electric Guitar
Gabe Witcher- Violin, Viola
Edo Tancredi- Drums

Lyrics

© Andy Hill
I’ve looked around here and I’ve traveled far
Still the best place I know is wherever you are
The harbor is closed and the ship sails at dawn
I’m on now I just need a date

My love makes me debate
My love is making me late
I stand ‘neath the staircase, my thoughts and my suitcase
For my love I’m willing to wait

You never promised me nothin’, you just existed, that’s all
And on the day that you stand accused
Honey, that’s the day for you I’ll take the fall
You stand defiled in the arms of a rich man
Who can duplicate but never create

My love makes me debate
And my love is making me late
I stand ‘neath the staircase, my thoughts and my suitcase
For my love I’m willing to wait

The Tower of Babel is leaning west lauding its vanity
All of it meaningless fraud or insanity
Don’t know what I believe in less, God or humanity
That’s why I came to you, my love

The note Ma left on my piano
Said play it, but don’t love it too much
But unlike the others too weak to surrender
I melted willingly beneath your touch
Now empty-handed I survey my road
Crumbling but nonetheless straight

My love makes me debate…