Thursday, December 4, 2008

Two recent songs

Reality

Rainbows of leaves fall around my knees

I turn but I still know you see

My eyes are gone before you find

I was trying to catch your eye

 

Hope is spinning, dragging me down

As you fidget and smile stare at the ground

What are you thinking what do you know

The heat of the sun melting the snow

 

Reality falls down on me

 

One more inch to close the space

One more move to touch your face

Nothing separates you and me

But the wind blowing in between

 

Pacing and thinking I’m back and forth

As the winds change, come from the noth

Your face is burned inside my eyes

But will this ever be more than dreams and sighs

 

Reality falls down on me

 

One more inch to close the space

One more move to touch your face

Nothing separates tou and me

But the wind blowing in between

 

Reality keeps on bringing me down

When the whole world is spinning round

Dizziness only hits

In the moment when it stops

 

Reality falls down on me

Reality brings me to my knees

Reality separates it seems

Reality falls down on me

 

One more inch to close the space

One more move to touch your face

Nothing separates you and me but the

Wind blowing in between

 

One more thing is left to say

Just on more thing that separates

I just hear you call to me

I hear the wind blowing in between


Two Choices

I stabbed a knife into my leg

To see if I could still feel pain

Suddenly I jumped to life

Awakened to this world of strife


What better way to learn to feel

Than to overdose on something real

And what better way to stay alive

Than pain to open up your eyes

 

Two choices

Empty and dry, unable to cry

Or flooded, overflowed in pain 

Lost in a desert of beige and tan

Or all the colors stained on your hands  

 

I opened my eyes to this scene

Love that only lives in dreams

Love that starts and ends in tears

Happiness that turns to fears

 

What better way carry on

Than blurring lines of right and wrong

And what better way to fill your dreams

Than something impossible, it seems

 

Two choices

Empty and dry, unable to cry

Or flooded, overflowed in pain

Lost in a desert of beige and tan

Or all the colors stained on your hands

 Two Choices

 

 

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