Monday, March 23, 2015

Conversations musical style.

So this is my apology
For saying all those shitty things
I wish I didn't really mean
I'm sorry I'm not sorry...
You had your red flags up and raised
More traffic than east L.A
But I drove in anyway
My common sense on holiday

People fall out of face, we were a crash course
We were just, be a place, stuck on your passport
You travel to some time
But I hope you'll find

Someone to cry for, someone to try for
Someone to turn your crooked roads into her streets
Someone to fight for, someone to die for
Someone whose arms will hold you tight enough to be
The reason you breathe

You stay in love like vacation homes
You're like summer on the sunny coast
But when the cold need a winter coat
You say you will until you don't
You wore a compass around your neck
A different north than we ever read
Well, did you get where you going yet?
Wish you the worst, wish you the best

I don't know how I fell into your rear view
Paralyzed, lullaby, I couldn't hear you
So I hope you were right
And next to you tonight

There's someone to cry for, someone to try for
Someone to turn your crooked roads into her streets
Someone to fight for, someone to die for
Someone whose arms will hold you tight enough to be
The reason you breathe

Be the reason you breathe

So this is my apology
For saying all those shitty things
I wish I didn't really mean
I'm sorry I'm not sorry...

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Conversation; lyrics style.

I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm.
And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold,
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones,
It keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me.
I move through town, I’m quiet like a fight,
And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie.

And now people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home
People talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes.

I’m done with it (ooh)

This is the start of how it all ends
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
I’m speeding up and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
We're at the start, the colors disappear
I never watch the stars, there’s so much down here
So I just try to keep up with the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

I dream all year, but they’re not the sweet kinds
And the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time

And now people talk to me, I’m slipping out of reach now
People talk to me, and all their faces blur
But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison
And I’m locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me...

I’m done with it (ooh)

This is the start of how it all ends
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
I’m speeding up and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
We're at the start, the colors disappear
I never watch the stars, there’s so much down here
So I just try to keep up with the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat-beat-beat-beat

Hmmmmm...