Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long
No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here 'till the moment I'm gone
You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need here on the ground
But you're neither friend nor foeIt never takes too long
No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here 'till the moment I'm gone
You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need here on the ground
Though I can't seem to let you go
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
You're keeping me down..
Let me tell you a story. Let me paint you a picture.
It’s dark and I’m alone and the wind is howling and once upon a time, I might have made this sound poetic. But you won’t know. I know that. I paid the price and life paid me. Whatever I once had is gone and it’s been replaced with this shaking emptiness. I can no longer get drunk. I just get sad. I sit at broken pianos and think about the music they used to make, like the words I used to cry. I hold empty bottles to my fractured ribs and wish that the heat would inspire more than sorrow. Wish I could stumble back into the stumbling incoherency and find my voice in the tornado of silence. But I don’t. I can’t. Instead I just sit there quietly.
It’s dark and I’m alone and the wind is howling and once upon a time, I might have made this sound poetic. But you won’t know. I know that. I paid the price and life paid me. Whatever I once had is gone and it’s been replaced with this shaking emptiness. I can no longer get drunk. I just get sad. I sit at broken pianos and think about the music they used to make, like the words I used to cry. I hold empty bottles to my fractured ribs and wish that the heat would inspire more than sorrow. Wish I could stumble back into the stumbling incoherency and find my voice in the tornado of silence. But I don’t. I can’t. Instead I just sit there quietly.
