Take Me Back To New York - written by Dan Forsberg and Chris Bergquist
Verses:
I guess I played it mediocre
but now I'm gone, not cause of who you were
I fought to try and erase time
Heavy lids, these eyes of shame
bloodshot rims, no sleep no gain. Now
foolish words from my foolish mouth.
It couldn't hurt to get away from
these southern hills, where everything's so plain
open skies, the thunder and the rain
Take the train, the bus, or plane
despite the ways, we'll never be the same
this love's on my fingertips
like the strings, my heart still sings
to resonate, a steel-stringed sillhouette
of six, separate paths to fret
a tight grip on the seat, a fresh page
where the ink will not seep
words will always pass the time
Chorus:
Take me back to New York
To the city lights, shining bright
as they were
Take me back to summer days
to freedom close, in this northern state
I've run away.
Bridge:
Hearts will mend
With Love unbroken
In lights and sounds
Of contrived motions When
Hearts will mend
With love unbroken
In lights and sounds
Of contrived motion again
Time. Will. End. And.
Take me back to New York
To the city lights, shining bright
as they were
Take me back to summer days
to freedom close, in this northern state
I've run away.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I'm coming too close to the edge of the globe,
the sea is filled with rocks and sunken boats.
The ship is still stable but the crew gambles feats;
the price of the earnings might be a little too steep.
The sea is so churning with the emotions of few,
the albatross flies high seeking to confuse.
The bird will circle, causing chaos;
blinding the sailors with her nautical knowledge.
And all the while the sailors train their eyes towards the sky,
no longer watching the edge they defy.
But now a whirlpool forms ahead of the ship,
endangering the lives putting the crew at further risk.
You see the spiral down is the worst part,
not the drowning or the water swallowing your life.
The ocean can harbor dangerous things,
get too close to the edge even the biggest ship will sink.
And I will continue to sail this ship,
but steer clear of the whirlpool which hides my fate.
I'm coming too close to the edge of the globe,
the sea is filled with rocks and sunken boats.
the sea is filled with rocks and sunken boats.
The ship is still stable but the crew gambles feats;
the price of the earnings might be a little too steep.
The sea is so churning with the emotions of few,
the albatross flies high seeking to confuse.
The bird will circle, causing chaos;
blinding the sailors with her nautical knowledge.
And all the while the sailors train their eyes towards the sky,
no longer watching the edge they defy.
But now a whirlpool forms ahead of the ship,
endangering the lives putting the crew at further risk.
You see the spiral down is the worst part,
not the drowning or the water swallowing your life.
The ocean can harbor dangerous things,
get too close to the edge even the biggest ship will sink.
And I will continue to sail this ship,
but steer clear of the whirlpool which hides my fate.
I'm coming too close to the edge of the globe,
the sea is filled with rocks and sunken boats.
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