Yes, you tried. You did tell me so,
you warned me, you offered protection.
Have I listened to your word? No.
I thought I was following the right direction.
I thought my love had come along
and those lonely nights would soon be over.
I thought it wouldn't take too long
for me to lay down on his soft shoulder.
I thought I was catching all of the signs
I needed to catch in order to succeed.
You told me I was imagining them in my mind,
you gave me your word and I didn't believe.
Now I must go back to my old world
where my heart wasn't ruled by a singular one,
where my head would spin and my mood would twirl
with a simple laugh and a sentence undone.
I was told the truth, which I didn't believe,
I tried to walk on my own and I failed.
I lived so high, now I'm getting used to live
with a heart going down like a piano scale.
quarta-feira, 21 de outubro de 2009
domingo, 4 de outubro de 2009
"Dis-moi pour qui j'existerais"
Be sure you're my every morning sun
and my ever-rising moonshine.
Just know you're the only one
who can put my words to a rhyme.
and my ever-rising moonshine.
Just know you're the only one
who can put my words to a rhyme.
sexta-feira, 2 de outubro de 2009
If I hadn't known
I wouldn't know pain
but my life would be tortuous.
The blood that runs through my veins
wouldn't have any purpose.
I'd never wish under a moonbeam
but I'd still believe angels were fake.
I wouldn't know how to dream
even when I'm wide awake.
It wouldn't feel like swords
were trespassing my bleeding heart.
But I'd be ruled by broken chords,
no melody in a soundless dark.
I would be ignorant in my lonely pathway
where I couldn't sigh for what I'd never known.
But that overwhelming smile to make my day
would never sing along with those eyes of your own.
And so I thank you for being around,
though these depressing feelings still persist.
'Cause I'd still be empty and my soul uncrowned
if I hadn't known that you exist.
but my life would be tortuous.
The blood that runs through my veins
wouldn't have any purpose.
I'd never wish under a moonbeam
but I'd still believe angels were fake.
I wouldn't know how to dream
even when I'm wide awake.
It wouldn't feel like swords
were trespassing my bleeding heart.
But I'd be ruled by broken chords,
no melody in a soundless dark.
I would be ignorant in my lonely pathway
where I couldn't sigh for what I'd never known.
But that overwhelming smile to make my day
would never sing along with those eyes of your own.
And so I thank you for being around,
though these depressing feelings still persist.
'Cause I'd still be empty and my soul uncrowned
if I hadn't known that you exist.
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