Kalvsylta
05/02/09, 04:21 PM
A song I wrote about love.
The "first part" of the song is about how one is trying to repair a relationship.
In the "second part" the song is about how one is trying to let go, find a new way in one's life.
It's called Lies & Ties.
Sweep a tear from your eye.
You cry through a night,
feeding the ghosts,
the ghosts cheating your mind.
I'll swim through your heart,
holding it - warming it.
I'll whisper a song for your ears,
(Your ears, your ears).
I'll find you an oak in this rain,
where you can hide.
Where you can sit and listen,
listen to the voices die.
A place where I will love you forever.
Oh, the flowers do not seem to grow.
Oh, the flowers do not seem to grow.
Sweep a tear from your eye.
Scream a year, through my mind.
Watching your hair, watching your eyes.
You'll haunt my mind for another day,
for me to drown in.
Bottled up in this sea,
this sea of dreams,
waiting for a destination or
another red reciever.
Sweep a tear from your eye,
another lie, another knot to tie.
Oh, the flowers do not seem to grow,
anywhere here, anywhere near me.
Let these thoughts drain out.
The "first part" of the song is about how one is trying to repair a relationship.
In the "second part" the song is about how one is trying to let go, find a new way in one's life.
It's called Lies & Ties.
Sweep a tear from your eye.
You cry through a night,
feeding the ghosts,
the ghosts cheating your mind.
I'll swim through your heart,
holding it - warming it.
I'll whisper a song for your ears,
(Your ears, your ears).
I'll find you an oak in this rain,
where you can hide.
Where you can sit and listen,
listen to the voices die.
A place where I will love you forever.
Oh, the flowers do not seem to grow.
Oh, the flowers do not seem to grow.
Sweep a tear from your eye.
Scream a year, through my mind.
Watching your hair, watching your eyes.
You'll haunt my mind for another day,
for me to drown in.
Bottled up in this sea,
this sea of dreams,
waiting for a destination or
another red reciever.
Sweep a tear from your eye,
another lie, another knot to tie.
Oh, the flowers do not seem to grow,
anywhere here, anywhere near me.
Let these thoughts drain out.