Those Arabian Skies....
I've been writing, a song that keeps me in this intoxicating place of self indulgence. Writing about the things I wouldn't dare to speak about, or couldn't. I feel almost selfish in that way, it's sort of like shouting insults from behind a bigger friend. When I'm singing, I have my own soapbox to stand on and people have to listen to me then.
"You can keep all your pretty words
Those pretty lies
Who were you to tell me that you could give me
Those Arabian skies?
I wished with all my heart, who would hear my cries?
To figure out what was going on
In those dark eyes..."
"You can keep all your pretty words
Those pretty lies
Who were you to tell me that you could give me
Those Arabian skies?
I wished with all my heart, who would hear my cries?
To figure out what was going on
In those dark eyes..."