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Sunday, March 29, 2015

The First Real Song I Wrote (in 2012)


I was running from my shadow
By hiding in the dark
The sun it did not warm my skin
The days were cold and stark
I built my fortress high
From all that gleamed in him
The windows daubed with shielding tint
My daemons locked within,
Oh my daemons were locked within

But he’s golden
Lighting my way along this ol' railway
And he’s holdin’
A knife to his heart, threatening to jump cart
Cause he don’t know what words to say
To keep me from running away
It’s always, it’s always grey
[With you babe]

There was ardor on the mountain
Where we escaped the city lights
No shadow 'round to stalk me down
Until I looked into his eyes
He held my hand in his
Told me to clear my mind
His lips, my ear; his truth, my fear
I wished it were a lie
How I wished it were a lie

But he’s golden
Lighting my way along this ol' railway
And he’s holdin’
A knife to his heart, threatening to jump cart
Cause he don’t know which lie to portray
To keep what we have from decay
It’s always, it’s always grey
[With you babe]

His heart glows like the full moon
Mine scattered in the stars
He has the flame that sparks my shame
My self-inflicted scar
That ever-present scar

Well my shadow, it was a vagrant
So I locked my heart up tight
I christened him a false totem
Of heartaches untimely blight
The key is in a locket
That I threw into the sea
The reason why, my alibi
Of love’s brief epitome
Oh love's epitome

But he’s golden
Lighting my way along this ol' railway
And he’s holdin’
A knife to his heart, threatening to jump cart
Cause he don’t know which cards to play
To keep all of our chips in this game
It’s always, it’s always grey
[With you babe]

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