Thursday, May 28, 2009


i'm singing in my sleep
through hours no one keeps
i like the songs i play
but i'd rather be happy

will you help me be?
will you sing along?
will you make me me?
or will i play alone?

help me to be free
maybe find a way
to crush these silly dreams
and throw this guitar away

it makes me cry
like a fool
it never gives me peace
and we can can hope
we should hope
we all could hope, i think

it makes me cry
like a fool
it never gives me peace
and we can hope
we all should hope
we all will hope , i think

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


all the tracks that you left
after morning had set
have become dirty wounds that won't heal
and the choices that i have to make
are the ones that are real

seems that bodies are cast
from the first to the last
in remembrance of forgotten things
caught behind all the thoughts in our eyes
are the songs we can't sing

sunken low,  i'm high

never more shall we part
now the end is the start
of existence where every thing's new
but i'd trade it all in for a chance
at living with you

sunken low, i'm high

foreign language is spent
i've got sins to repent
i remember i felt happy once
but my body and mind have burnt out
i just want it to stop