iris!

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Archive for August, 2009

iris! – your not inspired

Everyone is dreaming
And Everyone is feeding
From other people’s sorrows
Till they start to borrow
Someone’s life story
What a match, indecent glory

Feeling like the vibes are slower
Hard enough to show the simple power
Cling to walls until they’re broken
Once they fall they realise its meant to be over

I’m in despaire
I’m in denial
I have hope
But your not inspired

Gary Allen – The Best I’ve Ever Had

Verse 1:
So you sailed away
Into a Grey sky morning
Now I’m here to stay
Love can be so boring

And nothing’s quite the same now
I just say your name now

Chorus:
But it’s not so bad
You’re only the best I ever had
You don’t want me back
You’re just the best I ever had

Verse 2:
So you stole my world
Now I’m just a phony
Remembering the girl
Leaves me down and lonely

Well send it in a letter
Make yourself feel better

Repeat Chorus

It might take some time to
Patch me up inside
But I can’t take it so I
I Run away and hide
And I might find in time that
You were always right
You’re always right

Repeat Verse 1

Was it what you wanted
Could it be I’m haunted

But it’s not so bad
You’re only the best I ever had
You don’t want me back
You’re just the best I ever had
You’re just the best I ever had

iris! – i called it home

When close to fumble down a stair well
and far from rain drops i stand so humble
Not a word to speak, a motion to seek, but thoughts that reap
stretching out these hands down rigid walls and wonders of beauty that lies beneath those roads.

Stone cold felt easy… against loosing so deeply …
she was my rose… when i was the desert… i called it home

Ice frozen but melted on top of words that surrender
Eyes chosen but blinded no language can seem so amber
Finally needing, portrayed with nothing bleeding, arrogance lost… like a fountain of dust 

Stone cold felt easy… against loosing so deeply …
she was my rose… when i was the desert… i called it home

Between those shadows… i stayed and waited
Between those walls…. i stared and faded
waiting for cessation… but it was these that have casted

She was my rose…. and i had the bane
On soil that i mounted….  when i was the desert… i called it home