Songs that remind me of H/W
This song, by Halou from Wholeness & Separation, always makes me think of Holmes/Watson. I can imagine an angsty Holmes thinking this way about his lovely Watson:
Honeythief
Sometimes I doubt the path I chose
Sometimes my dreams feel all on hold
There’s no doubt that this will make me strong
Because it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
Despite this cruel world
And all my best efforts
You surprise me with just how perfect you are
Even with all my flaws
And my bad examples
You surprise me with
Just how perfect you are
And when I’m lost
You search for me
And when I doubt
You’re my belief
I’m supposed to be
The stronger one
You always seem
To prove that theory wrong
Still, I hold my breath each time you go
Out in the world that’s beyond my control
If you are dreaming
I never want to wake you up
When I’m all in a spin
Full of cynicism
You remind me of just how perfect you are
When I’m at my wit’s end
And I’m losing my head
You remind me of just how lucky I am
though Watson may be thinking something along these lines:
Everything Is OK
Break it all down into simplest terms.
There, was that so bad?
Now, is that so bad?
You doubt yourself so much you don’t even
Know what you really want, or how you really feel.
And I’m so tired
Of you constantly over-thinking.
I know why, because everything’s going OK.
Just your style, to break it all into pieces,
I know why, because everything’s going OK.
Disregard your inner monologue
Don’t try to drown it out, ’cause it’ll only wear you out.
Sometimes things are just beyond control
That has to be OK, you don’t have a choice
And I’m so tired
Of you constantly over-thinking.
I know why, because everything’s going OK.
Just your style, to break it all into pieces,
Just one time, I’ve had just about all I can take
Everything is unacceptable If you overanalyze,
And that is just your style.
Honeythief
Sometimes I doubt the path I chose
Sometimes my dreams feel all on hold
There’s no doubt that this will make me strong
Because it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
Despite this cruel world
And all my best efforts
You surprise me with just how perfect you are
Even with all my flaws
And my bad examples
You surprise me with
Just how perfect you are
And when I’m lost
You search for me
And when I doubt
You’re my belief
I’m supposed to be
The stronger one
You always seem
To prove that theory wrong
Still, I hold my breath each time you go
Out in the world that’s beyond my control
If you are dreaming
I never want to wake you up
When I’m all in a spin
Full of cynicism
You remind me of just how perfect you are
When I’m at my wit’s end
And I’m losing my head
You remind me of just how lucky I am
though Watson may be thinking something along these lines:
Everything Is OK
Break it all down into simplest terms.
There, was that so bad?
Now, is that so bad?
You doubt yourself so much you don’t even
Know what you really want, or how you really feel.
And I’m so tired
Of you constantly over-thinking.
I know why, because everything’s going OK.
Just your style, to break it all into pieces,
I know why, because everything’s going OK.
Disregard your inner monologue
Don’t try to drown it out, ’cause it’ll only wear you out.
Sometimes things are just beyond control
That has to be OK, you don’t have a choice
And I’m so tired
Of you constantly over-thinking.
I know why, because everything’s going OK.
Just your style, to break it all into pieces,
Just one time, I’ve had just about all I can take
Everything is unacceptable If you overanalyze,
And that is just your style.