Basket Fulls Lyrics & Chords By Nathan Moore

A cup of cold black coffee on the right side of the bed I picture you sleeping there next to him with your toes all painted red And the misty gray skied morning, it hovers over your...read more

I still hear you calling When sleep is escaping me I still hear you farther on I see you in waking A ghost in the window shade My lover, the form you take By my side,...read more

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You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes Might seem sentimental or sound like sour grapes Sell my clothes and furniture or give 'em to the Goodwill store I'm...read more

So I wonder how she's doing I hate it when the rumors fly They give off such a strange sense of mission Wing your helplessness on high But she would never run from strangers ...read more