samedi 19 septembre 2009


flowers everywhere, flowers everywhere,
or is it just a morning coffee and a cigarrette.

this is when

This road never ends,
And i wish i saw it coming a long time ago,
instead of being a dreamer with dreams that never fade,
And a poet with beauty filling up my head.
This is when, this is when, this is when,

my clothes are all over your floor,
Oh my hands are reaching for the door,
But somehow i love you more now than i ever had before
I love you more now than i ever had before.
That's when, that's when, that's when
your songs take their meaning,
The mountains we wanted to reach, grow higher than your bedroom's ceiling
But somehow i'm more in love with you now than i have ever been,
oh more in love with you now than i have ever been.

This grand gesture never comes,
And i wish i could start resting,
Instead of hurting and waiting,
And picking the pieces you left all over my dreams
and this when, this is when, this is when,

dimanche 13 septembre 2009

story told


it's okay to let your heart break, when your hero falls
fists swing and dreams crawl,
we were in love,
we were in love
Places hidden in the woods will always tell stories
This is where we walked and this is where we've been,
Oh all the things we've seen,
Oh those things we've seen
I've got books about us on the back of my hands
And all those scars on them are my friends,
oh we were lovers then
we were lovers then

mercredi 9 septembre 2009

do you accept your sins,
when the morning comes and goes,
you lay with your arms wide open,
But nothing ever gets close,
When the light is never bright enough,
Could this be the moment i miss you the most-
when you take me for the most imperfect being,
when you're gone and i can't make any memories.
Do you accept your sins,
Do you accept my sins
oh is this how it feels to be happy for someone else,
to put yourself last to end up in a dark room all by yourself
all by yourself