I feel like i'm the only one left waiting
for something to save the day
I'm hearing the kind of things i don't want
and I'm drowning in my misery
The days were colder when we parted
we fell asleep in eachothers arms
do you remember what you wore that friday?
do you remember who you said you are?
I feel like i'm the only one left waiting
for something to come and save the day
I'm watching the time and you limps ramble on
Waiting for my reflection to go away
I knew it from that moment on
but i still won't regret the past
We were starring in an empty mirror
It was 7 years when i broke the glass
I feel like i'm the only one left waiting
for something to come and save the day
I'm still waiting for your arms to catch me
I'm still hoping that some way
we'll find our way home
and we won't have to worry about tomorrow
Yes, we'll find our way home
into eachothers
We'll find home
I feel like i'm the only one left waiting
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
By My Side
I sit here waiting, sometimes
praying for change. Either closing
my mind or opening the same
pages. Over and over again my
reflection abandons me, but my shadow
stays by my side, it's cool shade of dark
always hanging by my side.
The breeze often flows, not through, by my side,
but i can never feel it's inspiration. Except sometimes
when I'm tangled in the thick anticipation, closing
the cellar door. Good Night, tomorrow will not wake the same.
But if you knot your left hand through the fingers of my
right hand, you'll never live in shadow.
I'll carry you from the dark.
It's hard to tell the daylight from the dark,
Laying blinded on your floor, curled dying on my side.
Everything you said means nothing, but there are sometimes
when i get tangled in your love. Closing
the cellar door behind us. For tonight we breathe the same.
But when change does not occur i cannot feel my
heart beating, and my empty lungs hide in It's shadow.
hanging over the dark i know to well.
Sometimes i feel that no one will stand by my side.
Good Night my Love. Until tomorrow i must sit her waiting.
praying for change. Either closing
my mind or opening the same
pages. Over and over again my
reflection abandons me, but my shadow
stays by my side, it's cool shade of dark
always hanging by my side.
The breeze often flows, not through, by my side,
but i can never feel it's inspiration. Except sometimes
when I'm tangled in the thick anticipation, closing
the cellar door. Good Night, tomorrow will not wake the same.
But if you knot your left hand through the fingers of my
right hand, you'll never live in shadow.
I'll carry you from the dark.
It's hard to tell the daylight from the dark,
Laying blinded on your floor, curled dying on my side.
Everything you said means nothing, but there are sometimes
when i get tangled in your love. Closing
the cellar door behind us. For tonight we breathe the same.
But when change does not occur i cannot feel my
heart beating, and my empty lungs hide in It's shadow.
hanging over the dark i know to well.
Sometimes i feel that no one will stand by my side.
Good Night my Love. Until tomorrow i must sit her waiting.
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