Stephen Mouser

Birthplace: Dallas, Texas DOB: 8-6-78
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Silver-Lined Lover

You must’ve been right, when I sure was wrong.
Our little worlds made an innocent song.
I’ll build you a mountain, if you’ll carry me home.
Haven’t found a love yet, that wasn’t hard to hang on.

I have an opinion, let me open your wounds.
This punchdrunk affair, love, has us consumed.
So, drown me in London or paint me in June.
I have an opinion, let me get back to you.

Flatfoot and clumsy, is how this life can be.
You buried your flowers, right next to my tree.
Our sunshine’s in bloom now, that’s how it should be.
When it rains overhead, you’ll cover me.

I have an opinion, let me open your wounds.
This punchdrunk affair, love, has us consumed.
So, drown me in London or paint me in June.
I had an opinion, you could’ve given all of you.

I’ll walk on the water... I’ve shamed my soul.
The moon changes moods
and the rivers will flow.
The coming of your wishes, and a Saturday sin...
we can’t all be famous, but we all have an end.

I laugh like a banjo, you flash your sweet grin.
If words were a picture, I’d write all I can.
From the depths of a love lost, to the deepest of fear...
three words that’ll warm you, carry more weight than steel.
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