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Audrey’s Song: We’d been driving for 14 days, She tells me I should slow my pace, So we pull off the highway and drive up to the beach. She says “you’ve been gunning for so long now, Just relax, I’ll show you how.” She holds my hand as the waves crash on our feet

Your heart exploded we don’t know why and sent your fire up into the sky. I guess your spirit just had to be released. But I still see you in my dreams as bright and vivid as you’ve always been. Holding my hand out on that beach

Well I miss you. I miss you. I wish I could go back to your house on Creal Crescent, feel your hands upon my back. Well I miss you. I miss you. Wish I could have it all again. Your dance, your scent, the afternoons we spent. I wish I could see you again.

The Longest Way Home: He takes the dark road, the longest way home. He keeps his weary eyes on his feet. And he’s all on his own, and he’s desperate and knows that he just can’t afford to be free.

Still he walks through the night, hoping one day he might find the ocean and the warm summer breeze. And he never lets go, though the storms and the snow may sometimes knock him to his knees.

This overwhelming sadness, this underlying pain… He doesn’t understand why it’s coming back again. But it’s all gonna pay off someday and the bruises and the scars will fade away. Yes it’s all gonna pay off someday. And the bruises and the scars will fade away. And we know in the end, when we see him again, he’ll be smiling and he will be free.

I Will Not Go Quietly: I will not go quietly into the night, gonna keep on searching, gonna keep up the fight. And if I grow weary, I’ll just close my eyes, but I will not go quietly into the night.

Other people’s houses always felt like home. After all of these years, I’m still on my own. But it’s always darkest before the night, and I will not go quietly into the night.

It’s so hard to believe when it all falls apart at the seams. It’s so hard to believe, just to keep chasing all of your dreams. When you’ve wasted half your life, trying to keep up with that other guy. Cause he’s got it much better than you, and all you want is enough to get by.

I’m still in this house, I’m still in this hole. I still haven’t shed my skin. I’m tired of this town, I’m tired of this weight. So sick of the middle I’m in

~ by admin on February 28, 2009.

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