October

 

The trees all look like they’re on fire, the only trace of color on a black and white terrain.

People moving in slow motion, like under the ocean in a sunken city.

It’s October gray.  You know I’d have it no other way.

It’s like standing in the rain.  It’s something I can’t explain.  It’s so beautiful to me.

 

Radio

 

The silence is broken.  The music puts us in motion, when words are never enough to express our love.

The radio is on. It’s playing our song tonight.

As the melody plays, it speaks for me when I’m too afraid to let you see inside.

and all the things I’m trying to hide.  The radio is on. It’s playing our song tonight.

 

Confession

 

He looked her in the eye, to show he would not like.  Then he said, “I don’t love you.”

She felt paralyzed, but asked him if he would try.  And he said, “I don’t want to.”

I never thought I’d be this way, if I knew the words to say.

I’m talking now, it’s just pretend.  The words I say won’t bring and end.

He looked hypnotized.  She waved her hand over his eyes and she said,

“Did you hear what I asked you?”  He blinked and realized it had all been in his mind.  Then he said…

I never thought I’d be this way, if I knew the words to say.

I’m talking now, it’s just pretend.  The Words I say won’t bring and end.

He looked down at their child to search for reasons why.  Then he said, “I shouldn’t have to.”

I never thought I’d be this way, if I knew the words to say.

I’m talking now, it’s just pretend.  The Words I say won’t bring an end.

He looked her in the eye, to show he would not lie. Then he said, “I don’t love you.”

 

Devotion

 

Her perfume fragrance is making me sedated, but everything will be alright.

Her morphine lipstick is keeping me addicted, but everything will be alright.

When we’re kissing it’s always so convincing that everything will be alright.

But after it’s over I know that I don’t really love her and all of this is just a lie.

I just can’t say no.  I just can’t say no.

The Drug takes its toll.  She’s got me under her control, but everything will be alright.

It’s all a magic potion simulating my devotion, making everything alright.

I just can’t say no.  I just can’t say no.

 

Infinite Regress

 

The sun goes down as the moon comes up. The tide rolls in and then rolls back out.

It keeps happening.  It keeps happening.

We tear down after we’ve built back up.  We steal away just to get stolen from.

It keeps happening.  It keeps happening.

It feels like an infinite regress of cause and effect, with no beginning and no end.

What’s going is coming.

We created and then put to death.  We fit the crime with the punishment.

It keeps happening.  It keeps happening.  It keeps happening.

It can’t be an infinite regress of cause and effect.

We know that his one day will end.  And what ends, somehow, had to begin.

 

Cemetery Road

 

You and I and no one else.  I thought you were the one.  I thought you were the one.

A time we’d never need God’s help.  I thought you were the one.  I thought you were the one.

Impatience got the best of us.  But love is never wrong.  If it’s love it’s never wrong.

Out bodies joined and became as one.  But how could that be wrong.  It it’s love it can’t be wrong.

Now I’m walking alone, where the trees bend overhead.

Down Cemetery Road there’s a beautiful silence that keeps me alone, where the trees bend overhead.

Down Cemetery Road there’s a beautiful silence that keeps me hanging on.

It keeps me hanging on.  It’s strange, the claims that lovers make.

To promise to always be anything is to promise the impossible.

Yeah, it’s strange, the claims that lover makes.

To promise to always be anything is to promise the impossible.

We promise the impossible.  We wish for the impossible.

We pray for the impossible.  We wait for the impossible.

 

Godsend

 

When I looked into your eyes, I saw something I despised.

You go under my skin. You’re a Godsend.

The way you live offended me and what I wanted to believe.  I knew you were a threat.

You’re a Godsend.  You’re a Godsend.

And whenever you would speak your words would get inside of me and never let me rest.

You’re a Godsend.  What was the source of my pain, turned out to be my saving grace.

Again and again, You’re a Godsend.  You’re a Godsend.

 

Rearview Mirror

 

It’s the morning after and I don’t want ot know what things I should have said or

should have kept from saying.  Your words were just so angry.  I could understand them.

Like another language that one should never speak in.

This is about you today. It’s over you.  This is about you.

You keep running away from yourself.  I am asking you to stay here with me tonight.

You’re apologizing.  Somehow I’m not convinced that things are really changing or will be any different.

When I think about us I can’t help but wonder, whatever happened to that friend that I once knew.

This is about you today.  It’s over you.  This is about you.

You keep running away from yourself.  I am asking you to stay here with me tonight.]

Our attempts seem they’re in vain. We’re speaking different languages.

Now I’m looking into you for that friend that I once knew.

You keep looking back and digging up the past. 

You say things haven’t changed and you’re right, I think they haven’t.

I’ve repented and moved on but you’ve been left behind ‘cause

you still won’t let go of the things that drag you down.

 

Tempo of Three

 

Pictures of people we once knew, but now they’re gone away.

Chance to say “I love you” will soon be gone away.

Echoes of selfish things I said, I would give my life to change them.

Business makes us all forget why we’re even here, and who with.

But when we try to laugh it off, we forget we don’t have forever.

And when it comes time to say goodbye, we want to cherish our time together.

But that’s when I can’t feel at all.

 

Years

 

The city sleeps but is not silent.  A quiet roar echoes in the wind.

Headlights travel in the distance. Don’t know where they’re going.

We will never say these words again. We will never say these words again.

The leaves change colors and fall to the ground.  The trees left barren without a sound.

The years keep slipping and fading away like the evening sky.

We will never say these words again.  We will never say these words again.

 

 

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