Says "Was it you who told me once,
Now looking back it seems surreal,
That all our mistakes are merely grist for the mill.
So why is it now after I had my fill,
Would you steal from me the sorrow that I've earned.
Shall we call this a lesson learned?
Shall we call this a lesson learned?
- Lesson Learned - Ray LaMontagne"
Says "Lay your blouse across the chair.
Let fall the flowers from your hair and kiss me
with that country mouth so plain.
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us,
the quiet love we've made.
- Empty, Ray LaMontagne."
Says "Lay your blouse across the chair.
Let fall the flowers from your hair and kiss me
with that country mouth so plain.
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us,
the quiet love we've made.
- Empty, Ray Lamontagne."