Nov 29, 2006 19:47
Low
This is not a love song
there is no real sentiment
this is like a one-way out of town
with nothing to take with me
but strings strapped to my back
i swear it just gets easier to drink
when the rain comes down
in groups of two or three
i wait along the fountain to find peace
so ill lay low
until the raining stops
sing songs
while temperature drops
so low oh, so low oh oh.
i drink the whiskey that sends fire down my throat.
No this is not a love song
It..s a hoax, a scam, a fraud
its something to hold onto while i sleep
a singing shroud of silence
a temporary lease
a 15 minute friendship is what i seek
and when the rain comes down
it will not stop my shreiks
i sing along the fountain to be seen
but now ill lay low
until the raining stops
sing songs
while temperature drops
so low oh, so low oh oh.
i drink the whiskey that sends fire down my throat.
ive lost all the feeling in my hands
i dont expect you to understand
my fingers float effortless in rest
to this strap accross my chest
This is not a love song
a poem or a speech
this is just a voice on a machine
ive left messages to me
to remember what i felt
the shivers in my bones will never melt
and when the rain came down
i opened my eyes wide
and saw a lowly man drenched with blame