with my face turned to the sun, there ever standing still
hi all.
i can't sleep. although looking at what time i posted this would tell you that.
i've been working on a song for the last three and a half years. lying in bed, trying to get some sleep, i finally came up with the last two lines. it started off as a letter, it then became a poem. about eight months ago it formed itself into an acustic song. before anyone says anything, no, this is not, nor was it ever, about tory. i just hope the person it is intended for... never mind.
three and a half years... i still don't have a name for it
untitled
by
reno wolfwood
(refrain)
i never got to tell you goodbye,
i somehow got lost along the way.
i made a promise that you'd never cry,
guess i'll have to keep it another day.
i went and fell into this hole called life,
twisting and turning 'till i hit the ground.
i have sat, perched on the edge of this knife,
and wondered of things so profound.
(chorus)
i didn't want to leave you there,
i didn't want to go at all.
of all other things, i don't care,
i must pay this back once and for all.
i didn't want to leave you there,
i didn't want to go at all.
i never wanted to give so much care,
damnit, why did i have to fall?
(refrain)
of all the things to be lost,
my heart was the first to go.
my memory hieghtened at the worst cost,
bringing back what i already know.
too many times my path has strayed,
too many times life has done what it does.
the world has moved on yet i have stayed,
lost in a fleeting moment just because.
(chorus)
(refrain)
i can't sleep, my dreams are cursed,
that last hieghtned memory.
the drugs push it aside, so well versed,
everything else is gone, but that i still see.
no more life is left to ditract,
nothing left to live in it's place.
that memory, so old, yet still intact,
nothing left but this insincere trace.
(music stops, brief pause)
(whispered)
i'm so sorry
long days and plesant nights
i can't sleep. although looking at what time i posted this would tell you that.
i've been working on a song for the last three and a half years. lying in bed, trying to get some sleep, i finally came up with the last two lines. it started off as a letter, it then became a poem. about eight months ago it formed itself into an acustic song. before anyone says anything, no, this is not, nor was it ever, about tory. i just hope the person it is intended for... never mind.
three and a half years... i still don't have a name for it
untitled
by
reno wolfwood
(refrain)
i never got to tell you goodbye,
i somehow got lost along the way.
i made a promise that you'd never cry,
guess i'll have to keep it another day.
i went and fell into this hole called life,
twisting and turning 'till i hit the ground.
i have sat, perched on the edge of this knife,
and wondered of things so profound.
(chorus)
i didn't want to leave you there,
i didn't want to go at all.
of all other things, i don't care,
i must pay this back once and for all.
i didn't want to leave you there,
i didn't want to go at all.
i never wanted to give so much care,
damnit, why did i have to fall?
(refrain)
of all the things to be lost,
my heart was the first to go.
my memory hieghtened at the worst cost,
bringing back what i already know.
too many times my path has strayed,
too many times life has done what it does.
the world has moved on yet i have stayed,
lost in a fleeting moment just because.
(chorus)
(refrain)
i can't sleep, my dreams are cursed,
that last hieghtned memory.
the drugs push it aside, so well versed,
everything else is gone, but that i still see.
no more life is left to ditract,
nothing left to live in it's place.
that memory, so old, yet still intact,
nothing left but this insincere trace.
(music stops, brief pause)
(whispered)
i'm so sorry
long days and plesant nights