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What I'll Believe

from The Atlantic Recollection by Andrew White

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There are some things over here
I choose to disbelieve
There is something right in front of me
That I choose not see

You can carry it around
Like it's your only light
My dear, I just can't find another way
To make it right

I followed you a while
But I know I ought to lead
My love, I am a man
And that's the way it ought to be

Won't you give me your hand
I'll take you to our home
But I know you're just not ready
For the place we ought to go

It's like a story I'd never plot
It's like a color I never saw
It's like a picture inside of me
That I'm too scared to draw

It keeps me in my home
And I often wonder why
The secrets of the world
Tend to keep me up at night

She tells me what she thinks
But I tell her what I know
The beauty of the world
Tends to save or break your soul

Every now and then
I wander to the peak
Of a mystery inside of me
That never gets relief

I tell it to appear
In a form of something new
For a chance to rediscover falsity
Or something true

It's like a story I'd never plot
It's like a color I never saw
It's like a picture inside of me
That I'm too scared to draw

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from The Atlantic Recollection, released April 7, 2012

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Andrew White Portland, Oregon

Bred more by wandering than by his native Ohio, Andrew White weaves pop-folk tune-stories that feature enough personalities to populate a small town. Armed with his sister's haunting falsetto, he renders scenes and stories of staggering emotional variety. His multi-instrumental blends of the ordinary and supernatural provoke the thinking mind as much as it will the dancing feet. ... more

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