Simply
~Dee
I stand here with a thousand words and tons of hopes
But blankness is the place they ended up the most
I'm lost in the frequency of the oddities
It feels so hard to breathe
I'm like a hapless piece of symphony that no one really cares to hear
Chorus
You simply inspire me
Collide into me
But no one's there
So why don't you hold me
Why don't you move me
So I know you care
I wonder how far to go
To simply have you and simply keep you
And now, when everything has been said and done
In silence I can only wish I am the one
I'm floating like a bubble that will pop and be gone
Just trying to make you see
The simplicity of lock and key
And how you're never ever there to free me
Narration:
From all of the thousand thunders
Why was it you who struck me?
The sky is cracking and nothing can patch the leak
Why was it me who dripped from the broken horizon,
glided against the wall and never be rescued?
From all of the thousand places
Why was it me you chose to love,
Why was it me?
(Slipping through your fingers. Is anyone there?
I’ll never be rescued.)
source:
http://dee-55days.blogspot.com/2007/11/pausing-timer-3.html
~Dee
I stand here with a thousand words and tons of hopes
But blankness is the place they ended up the most
I'm lost in the frequency of the oddities
It feels so hard to breathe
I'm like a hapless piece of symphony that no one really cares to hear
Chorus
You simply inspire me
Collide into me
But no one's there
So why don't you hold me
Why don't you move me
So I know you care
I wonder how far to go
To simply have you and simply keep you
And now, when everything has been said and done
In silence I can only wish I am the one
I'm floating like a bubble that will pop and be gone
Just trying to make you see
The simplicity of lock and key
And how you're never ever there to free me
Narration:
From all of the thousand thunders
Why was it you who struck me?
The sky is cracking and nothing can patch the leak
Why was it me who dripped from the broken horizon,
glided against the wall and never be rescued?
From all of the thousand places
Why was it me you chose to love,
Why was it me?
(Slipping through your fingers. Is anyone there?
I’ll never be rescued.)
source:
http://dee-55days.blogspot.com/2007/11/pausing-timer-3.html