That his song, Lullaby for a Snow-Faced Girl, made me feel things I had long since boarded up and put into some proverbial attic in my heart. Locked away and forgotten, like love most often is. But the lyrics and his wavering voice ripped open my wounds and brought back all those feelings I had forgotten. Like breaking, and cracking, rib cages wide away and exposing the red red heart. And I cried. Because it was one of those songs that makes me feel human again, rather than some Jabberwocky-esque monster in little girls' clothes.
And feeling human, is foreign. Crying is nothing new, but Kevin Devine has no idea.
Like Jacob said, "his lyrics perform surgeries on my soul."
...we'll be fine...
...Kevin Devine...
sleep peacefully.
like the way you look this morning.
with faith in your eyes.
and me in your hands.
a whispered promise in your heart.
lullaby for a snow-faced girl.
is what i'll sing.
watching you, the whole time.
it's three-o-five on monday morning.
or is it night?
i don't know.
is it night?
i don't know.
but we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
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