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Songwriting - Lyrics and Song Poems => Crow - Lyrics and song poems => Topic started by: crow on January 20, 2014, 08:29:08 PM
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Persephone Descending
[audio at https://www.dropbox.com/s/g3dqn85oi7en073/New%20Project%207.m4a
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[Verse]
Cold window
Sucks the fire out of my hand,
And I'm fine with that I guess . . .
I put the water on.
I wear my warm jacket--
You've got fur around your neck . . .
And I'm fine with that I guess,
Lets hope PETA don't come knocking
Your head.
My fingers feel raw,
And I know my cheeks are red.
Must be coming down with fever,
I can feel it in my bones.
[Chorus]
But, oh, lord, maybe someday,
When the sun breaks free,
I will say a perfect prayer
And wake heaven.
But now these seeds in my hand
Don't mean nothing,
But I know they might grow
If I could find a warm corner
For them.
[Verse]
By the orange light,
I can hear on my radio
There's no end to this cold
Coming soon.
Body of mine, hold yourself close.
My my mind is on springtime,
And that faraway sound
Is a bird . . .
[Bridge]
O x 13
[Verse]
The door 's open,
But I'll stay inside I guess,
Hold myself and then
Put the water on.
Five petals--
Such a shame that's all that's left . . .
But I'm fine with that I guess.
I guess I'm fine.
[Chorus]
But, oh, lord, maybe someday,
When the pattern breaks,
Old man winter could die for my joy!
But now these seeds in my hand
Don't mean nothing!
But I know they might grow,
If I could find a warm corner . . .