Some of you may know already, but every now and then I dabble in some song lyrics and poetry. This is one that I have been working on lately and I am sure it only makes sense to me. Now if I can get the bass line down for it I'd be cool.
In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
bending there in my direction.
I wrapped a hand around its stem
and pulled until the roots gave in,
finding there what I've been missing.
And I know....
So I tell myself, I tell myself, it's wrong.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...
All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream
of drowning in the ocean;
reaching for the shore
where I can lay my head down.
I'll follow your voice;
all you have to do is
shout it out!
Inside my hands the petals browned;
Dried up falling to the ground,
Was it was already too late?
I pushed my fingers into the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt;
So it could maybe live & I walked away.
But I know...
Not a day goes by when I don't feel this burn.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...
All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream
of drowning in the ocean;
reaching for the shore
where I can lay my head down.
I'll follow your voice;
all you have to do is
shout it out!
All because of you.
All because of you.
All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream
of drowning in the ocean;
reaching for the shore
where I can lay my head down.
Inside these arms of yours.
All because of you
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
Not the kind with halos;
The kind that bring you home
when home becomes a strange place.
I'll follow your voice;
all you have to do is
shout it out!
A little mystery
14 years ago