| Sandro Perri – How Will I Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Friend of mine, my dearest unknown looks just like a buzzin’ fly flew far away from understanding, once again I have been thrown. I long to collect every passage, every bridge, every touch. My eye is focused on preserving half as much. Hand in my hand, shoulder to shoulder (repeat) Today looks like love is bolder, today. I can appreciate the way you stand beside me. I can barely stand to tower alone over this infinity. Hovering up above I am humbled right down to the core. What fails to swim ends up beached upon the shore. Hand in my hand, shoulder to shoulder. Today looks like love is bolder, today. And even if I said it some other way, if I dress it up, hold that beat back, change the name, smoke it out, bump it up, drink it down in dry ice and blinding light, sing up high, make it nice to be broken down. I put a hoodie on it, it’s the same. Cloak it in black magic, drag it along on it’s own chain into an endless loop of pain feeding pain then releasing and dishing it out again and again. Then feeling no pain, feeling nothing and at the end…well even if I draw a moustache on it wouldn’t it be the same? Go on, have you looked underneath of a lion’s mane? I can cut myself up, put a snake on my chest but why sky dive in a dress? Off page, live inside a song and dissolve into the ever-changing list again? It’s an ever-expanding sticky web-like cage. Where even if I choose to refuse to lose it that way I get closer to the flame. And panning out in all directions I seem to want to come back to a simple refrain: “How will I? Will I get along?” |
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| Sandro Perri – Changes Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I’ve been to harm, I’ve been laid down in the arms of an absence. Where the space is only spacious when I open up my eyes. Darkness has rounded me but in the centre there is a light. Where a bonfire of all that is excess burned bright. Or is it changes? Could be changes. Maybe we change. But it’s nothing like a wheel going round. If a road turns out to be a circle, an O of preservative unrest and they find your self in a ditch there waiting for a pass somehow you’ve still the love enough to get right up with yourself only too aware of the cruelties under your... And as you’re changing, you could be changing. Maybe you’ll change again. Ch-ch-change. But it’s nothing like a wheel going... |
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