CellarGhosts
08/06/07, 06:22 PM
Before you read this, I'm going to warn you now, this is going to sound cheesy as hell to you guys, but it's something I'm still pretty proud of. (more or less) well, try to enjoy it...
Quiet
So quiet in Blue Ridge tonight.
Feels like my first song for anyone,
Sadly sung...to a deaf night sky.
It's another one you'll never hear.
These words would only fall on ears,
Already attuned to...
Someone else's "I love you's"
Foolish and trite as these things might seem,
To anyone else, it's all for real.
Honest in this turn of phrase, haunting the days,
That I spent holding my tongue, too quiet for too long.
[chorus]
I'd pull the clouds down and make it rain.
Caress you gently in their mist, kiss your lips.
Into each eternally aloft tree I'd etch our names.
This feels so cliche, but it's what I'm thinking.
I'm sure you're safe with him.
Content to be where you are.
Wrapped up in each other's arms.
Something I wish I knew.
That closeness to you.
We need to talk.
Leave it to me, poor timing.
But I need to explain this to you.
I'm done resigning myself to quiet corners,
And hushed attempts to say,
What's been on my mind.
[chorus]
I'd pull the clouds down and make it rain.
Caress you gently in it's mist, kiss your lips.
Into each eternally aloft tree I'd etch our names.
This feels so cliche, but it's what I'm thinking.
It's quiet in Shelbyville tonight.
Dotted skies cast silver light.
The moon's half-empty over the miles of dark blue and green scenery.
We both see the same thing.
Still something is missing.
not too sure about it...I'll be touching this one up later on now and then.
Quiet
So quiet in Blue Ridge tonight.
Feels like my first song for anyone,
Sadly sung...to a deaf night sky.
It's another one you'll never hear.
These words would only fall on ears,
Already attuned to...
Someone else's "I love you's"
Foolish and trite as these things might seem,
To anyone else, it's all for real.
Honest in this turn of phrase, haunting the days,
That I spent holding my tongue, too quiet for too long.
[chorus]
I'd pull the clouds down and make it rain.
Caress you gently in their mist, kiss your lips.
Into each eternally aloft tree I'd etch our names.
This feels so cliche, but it's what I'm thinking.
I'm sure you're safe with him.
Content to be where you are.
Wrapped up in each other's arms.
Something I wish I knew.
That closeness to you.
We need to talk.
Leave it to me, poor timing.
But I need to explain this to you.
I'm done resigning myself to quiet corners,
And hushed attempts to say,
What's been on my mind.
[chorus]
I'd pull the clouds down and make it rain.
Caress you gently in it's mist, kiss your lips.
Into each eternally aloft tree I'd etch our names.
This feels so cliche, but it's what I'm thinking.
It's quiet in Shelbyville tonight.
Dotted skies cast silver light.
The moon's half-empty over the miles of dark blue and green scenery.
We both see the same thing.
Still something is missing.
not too sure about it...I'll be touching this one up later on now and then.