stealthpeng
02/20/09, 09:32 PM
(well, I kind of changed direction while writing this. It obviously didn't turn out as bitter as I set out... however, if I ever turned this into lyrics, It would be a multi-part song talking more about the characters' lives. If that was the case, then this would take a more bitter tone, with another song taking a slightly more optimistic tone)
Well, she's colder than midnight
at least the one I wrote this through
subzero temperatures late january
and all was calm except for my shaking legs
and sirens blaring all outside my paper-thin bedroom walls
leaving me with no sense of sympathy
for the three dead homeless men
eaten alive by frostbite on the corner of floyd and hill
they say that hell's a hot place, well, I guess that's better than here
or maybe a poet got it right and we're already living there
but for all the terrible things that could happen
like the dying frozen men
at least they don't have hearts that beat
just to break and bend
because that last phone call couldn't have been any less contrite
I was living for a woman that could no longer support my life
you cut me at the ventricles before I knew what to do
ironic that I was falling asleep thinking about you
so now I'm up past midnight
thinking of you still
realizing that this pain is one that vodka can not kill
oh yes, you're colder than midnight
I should be dead on the streets
not that it matters anyways, my apartment's stopped producing heat
i'll be drifting off in hours still thinking about you
how you tried to get through to me
those things you used to say
you told me that you loved me but there was a better way
screaming from outside the door you cried "this goes on no more!"
I drank myself into a comma that night a revolver in my hand
I'm not sure if it was for you or me for which I had planned
I hear the sirens blaring again and wonder if they're for me
like trumpet call when angels fall
I slowly bend the knee
you took interest in a married man
said, "I need your help"
but you came to a teacher who couldn't teach himself
it was going to be a perfect secret, you weren't supposed to get saved
how can an adulteress show a preacher the right way to behave
the apartment that we bought together is not where I'm supposed to die
I should be with my wife and kids, just ten miles down the street
but the Lord will take when he takes, and He takes
shedding grace on the tears streaming down my face
I was the cold one
you were right all along
it wasn't for lack of kindness that you told me I was wrong
and I don't know if God can love me
but I sure hope he does
I lead his flock for thirty years without his Son inside my heart
will He come to carry me from this world which I depart?
"amazing grace how sweet the sound that saves a wretch like me"
I pray for His forgiveness and I'm finally set free
everyone in the city found out what I had done
they shook their heads in deep disgust at what I had become
there was no doubt in their minds that I hadn't met the Son
oh, this world is messy, unfair and cruel
but the Lord will save when He saves, and He saves
from one wretch
to you
Well, she's colder than midnight
at least the one I wrote this through
subzero temperatures late january
and all was calm except for my shaking legs
and sirens blaring all outside my paper-thin bedroom walls
leaving me with no sense of sympathy
for the three dead homeless men
eaten alive by frostbite on the corner of floyd and hill
they say that hell's a hot place, well, I guess that's better than here
or maybe a poet got it right and we're already living there
but for all the terrible things that could happen
like the dying frozen men
at least they don't have hearts that beat
just to break and bend
because that last phone call couldn't have been any less contrite
I was living for a woman that could no longer support my life
you cut me at the ventricles before I knew what to do
ironic that I was falling asleep thinking about you
so now I'm up past midnight
thinking of you still
realizing that this pain is one that vodka can not kill
oh yes, you're colder than midnight
I should be dead on the streets
not that it matters anyways, my apartment's stopped producing heat
i'll be drifting off in hours still thinking about you
how you tried to get through to me
those things you used to say
you told me that you loved me but there was a better way
screaming from outside the door you cried "this goes on no more!"
I drank myself into a comma that night a revolver in my hand
I'm not sure if it was for you or me for which I had planned
I hear the sirens blaring again and wonder if they're for me
like trumpet call when angels fall
I slowly bend the knee
you took interest in a married man
said, "I need your help"
but you came to a teacher who couldn't teach himself
it was going to be a perfect secret, you weren't supposed to get saved
how can an adulteress show a preacher the right way to behave
the apartment that we bought together is not where I'm supposed to die
I should be with my wife and kids, just ten miles down the street
but the Lord will take when he takes, and He takes
shedding grace on the tears streaming down my face
I was the cold one
you were right all along
it wasn't for lack of kindness that you told me I was wrong
and I don't know if God can love me
but I sure hope he does
I lead his flock for thirty years without his Son inside my heart
will He come to carry me from this world which I depart?
"amazing grace how sweet the sound that saves a wretch like me"
I pray for His forgiveness and I'm finally set free
everyone in the city found out what I had done
they shook their heads in deep disgust at what I had become
there was no doubt in their minds that I hadn't met the Son
oh, this world is messy, unfair and cruel
but the Lord will save when He saves, and He saves
from one wretch
to you