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I decided to RE-DO the first song I ever posted on Macjams as the Coffee House Challenge .... because it was so coffee-house-esque .... the lyrics and music are by Mrcjtm
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Lyrics
I am the fallen frame in the hallway
a crooked leg in the morgue
im all thats haunting
pleasant, contrasting
warmly swimming to the deep end
slowly sinking
the flying thoughts come back again while i
think i might - come home
the curveless pitch returns come monday
with the weekend gone im loving more
and in every way prepared
the stars might shine through everyone but the earth
devours hearts
bleeding mouths without a mind to render false
and eyes running till they all turn red
slowly retreating - and look back again
to the south
carrying on - about needs and wants
ruptures spleens - and breaks up hearts
if there was one thing more
in this world the i abhor
its that you were nothing more
than what the cover told
me you were
i am coming to the end - of my wits
or what you might say
gets me through the days, the weeks, the months, the years
what little time
we hold, we share, we bought
we join, we split, we part
but still hold hands in the dark
just a little - taught
the days grow long - our hold grows strong
we wont have to do it alone
our hearts cant break
and our eyes wont tear
because we wont - forsake
our love this year
Lyrics by Mrcjtm
a crooked leg in the morgue
im all thats haunting
pleasant, contrasting
warmly swimming to the deep end
slowly sinking
the flying thoughts come back again while i
think i might - come home
the curveless pitch returns come monday
with the weekend gone im loving more
and in every way prepared
the stars might shine through everyone but the earth
devours hearts
bleeding mouths without a mind to render false
and eyes running till they all turn red
slowly retreating - and look back again
to the south
carrying on - about needs and wants
ruptures spleens - and breaks up hearts
if there was one thing more
in this world the i abhor
its that you were nothing more
than what the cover told
me you were
i am coming to the end - of my wits
or what you might say
gets me through the days, the weeks, the months, the years
what little time
we hold, we share, we bought
we join, we split, we part
but still hold hands in the dark
just a little - taught
the days grow long - our hold grows strong
we wont have to do it alone
our hearts cant break
and our eyes wont tear
because we wont - forsake
our love this year
Lyrics by Mrcjtm
Feter
what a warm and powerful vocal ALANNAH ....wow ...
what cafe you sing at ...I ll visit daily !!! ...
the coffee taste so fine with such song and voice ..
very very love nice atmophere behind the music !!
wonderful gem my friend thnx alot for sharin !!!