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God knows I’m not dying
but I breathe now
God knows
it’s the only way to heal now

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A Light That Never Goes Out

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven’t got one anymore

And if a ten-ton-truck kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

 

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Maybe next time…

In another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world

(Katy Perry)

He is moving away.
It will take such a huge burden from me.
The moment he leaves,
I’ll be weightless. Free.
I’ll never again see him as an option.

The moment he leaves,
I’ll be breathless.
It will leave me paralyzed.
I’m still waiting for our first kiss.
It will make him better than he could ever be.

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The moon is closer to the sun than I am to anyone

I would hold my breath so long
to wash ashore where I belong
Broken roses on the steps
Like promises I never kept

Nada Surf – Troublemaker

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4 Minutes of beauty

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half emtpy or half full
It slowly rises
Your love is gonna drown

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Se4NBz5N_SA

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In love with Judas

I’ve learned love is like a brick.
You can build a house or sink a dead body.

-Lady Gaga, Judas

Unfortunately, it feels more like sinking a dead body the last days.
Something erodes me and I can’t point the finger on it.
He gave me a key to the house of his parents and somehow it was cursed.
I feel bad since I have it. It lies in my pocket heavy like a stone.
I regarded it carefully but there’s nothing wrong with it.
It’s me.
I don’t want a key.
I want to move out.
I want a home.

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The song my blog’s name is based on ♥

The lyrics

It’s amazing how much time love saves you at first
When you rediscover your reason to work
And your aimless dreaming has found a target
And normalize and greet all function return
Came home early, a quarter-to-two
I don’t need more wine, I’m coming for you

We carry pictures in our pretend wallets
Of ourselves in heavily-edited seventies
with better handwriting and longer days in the park
And dinners with no drama the professor and Mary Ann
Came home early, a quarter-to-two
I don’t need more wine, I’m coming for you

When I was young, I didn’t know if I was better off asleep or up
Now I’ve grown up, I wonder what was that world I was dreaming of?
When I was young, I didn’t know if I was better off asleep or up
Now I’ve grown up, I wonder what was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?

Late summer return, airless apartment
I lean out the window, deals on irregular shirts
Same fright/delight as last year, more so

When I was young, I didn’t know if I was better off asleep or up
Now I’ve grown up, I wonder what was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?

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