1. |
The Days
04:24
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You ask me how are the days I spend with my only true love
And I tell you she shows me the summer with snow clouds above
You ask me how are the nights I spend with my only true baby
And I tell you she shows me the light
When my darkest hour shades me
And I tried to hold on to her
But she slipped through my fingers like rain
Now it ain’t the same
You ask me how are the days now that my baby is gone
I’m troubled my friend, I know what is right but I do what is wrong
You ask me how are the nights now that my true love has left me
Well I drink and I dream of her still,
But her vision, it only breaks me
And I tried to hold on to her
But she slipped through my fingers like rain
Now it ain’t the same
When my darkest hour shades me
And I tried to hold on to her
But she slipped through my fingers like rain
Now it ain’t the same
No it ain’t the same
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2. |
Reason
05:27
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So I guess it’s come to this
in a lonesome morning mist
she said she’d given all she had to me
and I just took it all for free
though I still see you there on my bed
and your song still sings in my head
time is flying, it never seems to slow
hearts are aching for all that they don’t know
I can’t forget the way you smiled there in the dark
but I’m so afraid to roll the dice against your heart
could I have done anymore?
I’m trying to get back on my feet
and give this pain some reasoning
you know this year has been a trial for me
it made me seem to love you less you see?
though I still see you there on my bed
and your song still sings in my head
time is flying, it never seems to slow
hearts are aching for all that they don’t know
I can’t forget the way you smiled there in the dark
but I’m so afraid to roll the dice against your heart
could I have done anymore?
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3. |
What's the Cost
02:40
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I watch the people come and go
I fell the sunshine on my face
It doesn’t matter, what I do
Cause every day it costs me something new
So I sit and have a drink
Pretend that it will help me think
But all I really want to do
Is watch the sun go down with you
So I put the coffee on
Say I’m turning a new leaf
I think a change is going to come
Begin to feel that I am not the only one
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4. |
Bygones
03:27
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“With this stuff a little’s a lot”
She said to me before I got caught
“And there’s no turning around”
I might as well run it into the ground again
But will I forget?
The smell of rain still on her sleeves
A purple orchid in her drink
And how she danced there like a flame
Not sure what I was on but it won’t be the same
“My friends don’t remember your name”
She said to me a little too late
Her smile made a meal out of me
There really wasn’t anyone I could be that night
Oh will I forget?
The smell of rain still on her sleeves
A purple orchid in her drink
And how she danced there like a flame
Not sure what I was on but it won’t be the same again
And how her laugh did break me down
And how I’m still sipping on her wine
I’m wandering and I’m wasting in the dawn
Not sure what I was on but bygones are bygone
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Will Fox Los Angeles, California
Label: Brian Kerr – brian@twosyllablerecords.com
Licensing: Hannah Burque – hannah@ghost-town.com
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