Its 4 in the morning
for another book on the shelf
Wondering if the drugs would really affect my health
and how it was never about myself
There are colors that swirl around me
but inside I don't see a whole lot
Just a picture of the girl who made my heart stop
Don't think this is a place I can be
living in the past can be so unhealthy
Would it be better off if I hit the road
if I leave now my heart cant be sold
The trains are once again calling
I can hear them every time I start falling
I used to be someone to look up to
Helping out neighbors, friends anyone with burdens
I wasn't alone, I had nothing to atone
you left and I couldn't understand where the happiness had gone
But the fear in my heart turned white into dark
turning to shots of whiskey
Just wish I could hold our tiny little spark
Watching her grow up from a distance
Cause we weren't ready to start
Would it be better off if I hit the road
if I leave now my heart cant be sold
The trains are once again calling
I can hear them every time I start falling
Bridge:
Oh you always climb up that tree so high
Would you just come down so we can fly away
Take a train through this awful pain
and lets try to forget how where both insane
Friday, November 27, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Little Bird
You said I never could hold you right
Blue bird without a focus
always so far away when we'd fall asleep at night
Hopping around for the next locust
and you knew you always love to provoke fights
Hidding its colours by singing to us
But I was happy
You always had a way of not telling
Black birds sail through the skies
to get your way you'd begin yelling
The heart is what keeps those black eyes
Or a little kiss and so charming
Wings so beautiful with no ties
But I was happy
Grandpa knew it from the start
A robin red breast's corky imagination
How that sparkle could always hook my heart
Flying from tree to tree like it had no limitation
Never could move on or push lifes cart
Jumping down to the ground without hesitation
But I was happy
You've said you have made your choice
Blue, Black, Red, and always with your voice
Cut down I sat and cried
The games of little birds often dies
But the Love I had for you will never be a lie
A home that burned cause I looked up at the sky
And I dont know how to be happy
Blue bird without a focus
always so far away when we'd fall asleep at night
Hopping around for the next locust
and you knew you always love to provoke fights
Hidding its colours by singing to us
But I was happy
You always had a way of not telling
Black birds sail through the skies
to get your way you'd begin yelling
The heart is what keeps those black eyes
Or a little kiss and so charming
Wings so beautiful with no ties
But I was happy
Grandpa knew it from the start
A robin red breast's corky imagination
How that sparkle could always hook my heart
Flying from tree to tree like it had no limitation
Never could move on or push lifes cart
Jumping down to the ground without hesitation
But I was happy
You've said you have made your choice
Blue, Black, Red, and always with your voice
Cut down I sat and cried
The games of little birds often dies
But the Love I had for you will never be a lie
A home that burned cause I looked up at the sky
And I dont know how to be happy
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