We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

”Never had I felt that cold before. My bones were shaking from the marrow through my skin—to the floor.

“A liar, his hands clenched tight to my feet. A sinner, his lips pressed cold to my cheek. He was me and I was him, while I was bent on knee, my head to the sky, pleading for the rains. I was screaming what would you like me to say, with my lips nearly sealed.

“I remember her face in the pale blue light, while she laid there, hands under her chin, mouthing this was a mistake over and over again. We sat there in silence and it said more then we ever could.

“All was right. I am a coward and she disregarded speaking.

“I’ve been down a thousand roads, but still get lost wherever I go. She had a map in her pale hands, but sat around with her head in the sand.

“So, we’ve been belting out choruses of apologies shrouded in playful remorse. Ever since she forgot to say goodbye and I forgot to let her in, my door locked too long for me to know why.”

* * *

“Have you seen a painter paint, or a sculptor sculpt, or even a—a sewer sew? Well, that’s how I came to be, my friend, one stroke; one impression; one stitch at a time. I’m still forming—being formed—because I am now. I am no man to be willed by an aimless bend in an aimless arm. I will myself to be everything in this world of nothing,” he said, his head tilting to the side.

credits

from desperate songs, released March 7, 2009

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

great friend of mine Orlando

contact / help

Contact great friend of mine

Report this track or account

If you like great friend of mine, you may also like: