Biography:
Katie Costello started writing songs in her bedroom on a digital piano at age 13, and soon after started performing them at various clubs in LA. Not yet out of High School, Katie was disillusioned by the homogeneity and insulated nature of Southern California's white suburban world. At 18, Katie moved to the Lower East Side to seek diversity, inspiration, and to fulfill her dream of making art and music in the creative heart of New York City.
Upon moving to New York
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Intro: Cm Eb Ab F
Cm G Ab F
It was just a cold day, no day for laying in the field
Cm Eb Ab F
It was just one star, far too far that made him turn away
Cm G Ab F
Bland boy, no toy to a man like yourself
Cm Eb Ab F
He was just no one, someone who needed something else
Cm G Ab F
Time left room (for) for me to reconsider
Cm Eb Ab F Cm Eb Ab F
What had been winter and where the grass did grow
Cm G Ab F Cm Eb
Time left room (for) for me to reconsider, who and what I knew
Ab F Cm Eb Ab F
And where that boy did go
Cm G Ab F
First kiss: neither hit nor miss; it blurs from the quickness it keeps
Cm Eb Ab F
First love: too much at once for that troubled boy to take
Cm G Ab F
Blue lake, for sanity's sake he swam and dove too deep
Cm G Ab F
Grey skies, green eyes - they change with the growing grass
Ab G
Loss of what is so precious
Ab G
Confused with the scenery
Ab
A face with no name, a place without space
G Eb F Cm Eb Ab F
It's useless, boy don't you see
Cm G Ab F
No chance, no turning back, that lake is but a stream
Cm Eb Ab F
One wish, one day for that kiss to return to those wanting lips
Cm G Ab F
It was just a cold day, no day for laying in the field
Cm Eb Ab F
It was just one star, far too far that made him turn away
Cm G Ab F
Bland boy, no toy to a man like yourself
Cm Eb Ab F
He was just no one, someone who needed something else
Cm G Ab F
Time left room (for) for me to reconsider
Cm Eb Ab F Cm Eb Ab F
What had been winter and where the grass did grow
Cm G Ab F Cm Eb
Time left room (for) for me to reconsider, who and what I knew
Ab F Cm Eb Ab F
And where that boy did go
Cm G Ab F
First kiss: neither hit nor miss; it blurs from the quickness it keeps
Cm Eb Ab F
First love: too much at once for that troubled boy to take
Cm G Ab F
Blue lake, for sanity's sake he swam and dove too deep
Cm G Ab F
Grey skies, green eyes - they change with the growing grass
Ab G
Loss of what is so precious
Ab G
Confused with the scenery
Ab
A face with no name, a place without space
G Eb F Cm Eb Ab F
It's useless, boy don't you see
Cm G Ab F
No chance, no turning back, that lake is but a stream
Cm Eb Ab F
One wish, one day for that kiss to return to those wanting lips
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