goodbye
Okay guys, I know I usually don't post songs [or more than once a week for that matter], but I felt like it today.
And I feel them closing in,
Civil war amidst the battle ground both armies found
Twenty-two years ago, yeah.
But the blood they spill is mine,
Spilling out like so much motor oil into my ocean
And into your ocean.
Eyes to the sky.
White flag raised high.
And then I turn to find your light,
Infinite in warmth and infinite wisdom.
I’m endlessly in search of a sign that’s believable.
But oh Lord, save me from the fear,
I think I’m blinded by the sight
But I’ll find me when it’s light.
Now it’s she and I alone
And we’re still awake to great the grey,
Let Saturday slip slowly into the past.
Are we wise beyond our years or just old before our time?
And does she see it?
Well I think she sees it.
Where did she go?
What don’t I know?
And then I turn to find her eyes,
Infinite in beauty, infinite in pain.
So wise and endlessly in search of a love that is tangible.
But oh Lord, save her from the fear
I think she’s deafened by the fight
But I only said goodnight.
Oh, it doesn’t take anymore that you’ve got,
I know, I know you know you know your own mind.
It doesn’t take anymore than I have,
You know you know I know I know my own heart now.
Infinite in love,
And we are endlessly in search of an ending that’s feasible.
But oh Lord, why the urgent aching,
Why the urge to cry?
Can I muster up goodbye?
I heart Matt Caplan and Rachel for showing me how to do LJ cuts. ^.^ Hope it works.
And I feel them closing in,
Civil war amidst the battle ground both armies found
Twenty-two years ago, yeah.
But the blood they spill is mine,
Spilling out like so much motor oil into my ocean
And into your ocean.
Eyes to the sky.
White flag raised high.
And then I turn to find your light,
Infinite in warmth and infinite wisdom.
I’m endlessly in search of a sign that’s believable.
But oh Lord, save me from the fear,
I think I’m blinded by the sight
But I’ll find me when it’s light.
Now it’s she and I alone
And we’re still awake to great the grey,
Let Saturday slip slowly into the past.
Are we wise beyond our years or just old before our time?
And does she see it?
Well I think she sees it.
Where did she go?
What don’t I know?
And then I turn to find her eyes,
Infinite in beauty, infinite in pain.
So wise and endlessly in search of a love that is tangible.
But oh Lord, save her from the fear
I think she’s deafened by the fight
But I only said goodnight.
Oh, it doesn’t take anymore that you’ve got,
I know, I know you know you know your own mind.
It doesn’t take anymore than I have,
You know you know I know I know my own heart now.
Infinite in love,
And we are endlessly in search of an ending that’s feasible.
But oh Lord, why the urgent aching,
Why the urge to cry?
Can I muster up goodbye?
I heart Matt Caplan and Rachel for showing me how to do LJ cuts. ^.^ Hope it works.