sometimes, when i can’t write, i just post song lyrics. which i know isn’t really posting
but it will just have to do for now.
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything
Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
Oh and the ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head
Oh and the ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead
When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed
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I said “goodnight LA”
Cause I’m awake in my room
I’ve been up for 38 hours
And it don’t look like sleep’s coming soon
Cause I could break like a bird
Or I could swallow the sea
It seems like the daylight is coming
And no one is watching but me
But I don’t mind the dark
Discovering the day
Cause the night is a beautiful bright blue and gray
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Don’t you wonder what she looks like in the light?
She says “I’m alright, I just can’t get home tonight”
Pretty white-washed lies,
endless alibis
and reasons that need cleaning every night
Half a world away
You can’t wash away the stain of the deceiving
And the things that you cannot believe
And well, she don’t want no one around
Cause she don’t want anybody to see
What she looks like when she’s down
Cause that’s a really sad place to be
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I Guess I think I feel alright
You come circling through the light
The skyline baby is bright tonight
What more perfect rendezvous?
The sundown paints the shadows through
the Daylight, Amy, on what we do
It looks like darkness to me
Drifting down into Miami
Can I say
“I wish that this weather would never leave”?
It just gets hard to believe
That God sent this angel
to watch over me
This doesnt count
For now….but not for long…
This doesnt count
For now….but not for long…
Lyrics I like to add to yours
(This is Lizbeth by the way. Not an LJ member, but I just found out you had this page AND a website with pics of me!! Let’s hang out soon, ok? And I want to borrow the London vid if you have it. =)
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she’s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she let’s them go at last
And she’s chosen where to be, though she’s lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can’t recall, Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I’d never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she’ll sit and think of me
But she’ll mend his tattered clothes and they’ll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
Lyrics I like to add to yours
(This is Lizbeth by the way. Not an LJ member, but I just found out you had this page AND a website with pics of me!! Let’s hang out soon, ok? And I want to borrow the London vid if you have it. =)
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she’s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she let’s them go at last
And she’s chosen where to be, though she’s lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can’t recall, Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I’d never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she’ll sit and think of me
But she’ll mend his tattered clothes and they’ll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone