Gift for chaila by frayadjacent (Friday Night Lights)
Title of vid: Fire Door
Recipient: chaila
Vidder: frayadjacent
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Music: Fire Door (live, edited) by Ani Difranco
Summary: "I started to feel like I was on the inside instead of the outside."
Content notes: No standardized notes apply
Signed length: 03:14
Signed URL:
Link to signed vid post.
Lyrics
(Lyrics to full song)
I opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were mine
kissing
tightened my belt around my hips
where your hands were missing
and stepped out into the cold
collar high
under the slate grey sky
the air was smoking and the streets were dry
and I wasn't joking when I said
Good Bye
There were
magazine quality men talking on the corner
French, no less much less of them than us
so why do I feel like something's been rearranged?
you know, taken out of context I must seem so strange
I killed a cockroach so big
it left a puddle of pus on my wall
when you and I are lying in bed
you don't seem so tall
I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
and my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired
I make such a good statistic
someone should study me now
somebody's got to be interested in how I feel
just 'cause I'm here
and I'm real
oh, how I miss
substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
and oh, how I miss
walking up to the edge and jumping in
like I could feel the future on your skin
I opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were mine
kissing
I opened the fire door [x 9]
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Recipient: chaila
Vidder: frayadjacent
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Music: Fire Door (live, edited) by Ani Difranco
Summary: "I started to feel like I was on the inside instead of the outside."
Content notes: No standardized notes apply
Signed length: 03:14
Signed URL:
Link to signed vid post.
Lyrics
(Lyrics to full song)
I opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were mine
kissing
tightened my belt around my hips
where your hands were missing
and stepped out into the cold
collar high
under the slate grey sky
the air was smoking and the streets were dry
and I wasn't joking when I said
Good Bye
There were
magazine quality men talking on the corner
French, no less much less of them than us
so why do I feel like something's been rearranged?
you know, taken out of context I must seem so strange
I killed a cockroach so big
it left a puddle of pus on my wall
when you and I are lying in bed
you don't seem so tall
I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
and my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired
I make such a good statistic
someone should study me now
somebody's got to be interested in how I feel
just 'cause I'm here
and I'm real
oh, how I miss
substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
and oh, how I miss
walking up to the edge and jumping in
like I could feel the future on your skin
I opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were mine
kissing
I opened the fire door [x 9]
This entry was originally posted at http://fv-poster.dreamwidth.org/194387.html, where there are
comments. You can comment either there or here.