Ben Selkow

Lyrics

Always hope that I’d be swept away. You could be my everything. I know it sounds cliché. We would meet somehow someplace some way on some rainy, random rainy day. We would fall in love… The old-fashioned way.

But I’m getting good at starting over like a Planet supernova. I’ll get over getting older by the ninth day of October.
Summer’s gone and leaves are falling, said so long and no one‘s calling.
Every autumn wind up crawling back to you, my little darling.
Seasons change people don’t.
Say you will but then you won’t until you find the antidote of why you always feel alone. It’s called Hope.

Always hoped that you would fall for me.
I would write the songs and you would write the poetry.
We would shoot the breeze and cruise the streets until we swore that we were free.
We would feel it all… The world beneath our feet.

But I’m getting good at resurrecting happy thoughts I’ve been neglecting
Now I’m Voltron disconnecting from a world that’s been infecting..
My insides and highest hopes high above the highest ropes belting out the highest notes is how a guy who’s dying copes.

Say you’ll change no you won’t
Think you will, but then you don’t
Until you find the antidote of why you always feel alone. It’s called Hope.

It’s called Hope
It’s called…

How is a man gonna cope without the piece to make him whole?
Love is a ship coming home. Hope is the anchored to the soul.
To the soul.

Always hope that I’d be swept away.
Hope is all I ever wanted anyway.

But I’m getting good at make pretending that I’ll have a happy ending, but the truth is so offending and it’s all I have for lending.
I’ve become so idealistic. It’s driving me ballistic and hardly realistic to believe that love will fix it.

It’s Hope. Hope. Hope
It’s called hope

I have suffered more than most with my back against the ropes. Finally found the antidote of why I always feel alone.