matt_rawlings
05/06/06, 02:17 PM
This is a song I wrote about facing mortality and looking back at your life and realising that its the little things you remember when it all boils down to it
Smile Honey, it's not an end - Written and Composed by Matthew Rawlings
I don’t know what to do
When I’m alone with you
I can’t hold onto my hopes
I don’t know if I want to
And if I told you how this feels
Would you cross over the line?
Or meet me in the middle
And pull me over to your side
I’m not sure but if I cared
I would hold onto my tongue
Learn to keep much better secrets
From everyone…
I want to make an honest plan
And make new mistakes each day
Because what is right and wrong
Are all signposts on the way.
And what I love has since been lost
To words and photographs
Remembering trips to foreign zoos
To visit the giraffes
I always knew that I would die some day
But now we all know when
So I take solace in these strangers
Who are now my only friends
I need to know that gods out there
And that my soul is safe
We don’t have an escape
Are plans are slowly going up in flames.
So I’m smiling in the face of death
Because it’s of little use to cry
What’s the point in wasting the minutes before you die?
The minutes before you die…
So we’re looking out the window
I’m sat here with my friend
We’re drinking cider in the summer
In my room again
I don’t really know where he’s from
Or even know his name
But we both wish that we could fly
All we need are a set of wings
Made of all we can imagine
The things we hold so close
Sometimes you’ve got to spread those wings
Sometimes you’ve got to let the world go
Now back to where this story started
I kind of got off track
But patience is a virtue
Many of us tend to lack
So I’ll tie up these few loose ends
‘Cause we won’t get out of this alive
Why should wasted days be any different?
From the minutes before you die
The minutes before you die
Smile Honey, it's not an end - Written and Composed by Matthew Rawlings
I don’t know what to do
When I’m alone with you
I can’t hold onto my hopes
I don’t know if I want to
And if I told you how this feels
Would you cross over the line?
Or meet me in the middle
And pull me over to your side
I’m not sure but if I cared
I would hold onto my tongue
Learn to keep much better secrets
From everyone…
I want to make an honest plan
And make new mistakes each day
Because what is right and wrong
Are all signposts on the way.
And what I love has since been lost
To words and photographs
Remembering trips to foreign zoos
To visit the giraffes
I always knew that I would die some day
But now we all know when
So I take solace in these strangers
Who are now my only friends
I need to know that gods out there
And that my soul is safe
We don’t have an escape
Are plans are slowly going up in flames.
So I’m smiling in the face of death
Because it’s of little use to cry
What’s the point in wasting the minutes before you die?
The minutes before you die…
So we’re looking out the window
I’m sat here with my friend
We’re drinking cider in the summer
In my room again
I don’t really know where he’s from
Or even know his name
But we both wish that we could fly
All we need are a set of wings
Made of all we can imagine
The things we hold so close
Sometimes you’ve got to spread those wings
Sometimes you’ve got to let the world go
Now back to where this story started
I kind of got off track
But patience is a virtue
Many of us tend to lack
So I’ll tie up these few loose ends
‘Cause we won’t get out of this alive
Why should wasted days be any different?
From the minutes before you die
The minutes before you die