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   Saturday, June 25, 2005
Last Resort By John Carter

Runnin' through a cornfield,
Backwards, naked
Wondering what I feel
And will I fake it
Just to make you happy
Can I take it
Back again
Get on track again

Or will this fantasy just fall apart

Another day late
Another dollar short
Will I make this song
My very last resort
As time goes by
What will we find
To make us feel
We're doing fine?

Picking off the scabs
From one last battle
Feeling less a man
And a little rattled
Filling out the narrow
Little spaces
With another lie
Right to your faces

Waiting for this world to come apart

Another day late
Another dollar short
Will I make this song
My very last resort
As time goes by
What will we find
To make us feel
We're doing fine?

Another day late
Another dollar short
Another lost cause
Without a last resort
And time goes by
But we won't try
To make this world anything it's not
Cause what else have we got?



   Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Until You Come Around By John Carter

It's a normal day
When you walk through the door
Slowly coming toward me
Your feet don't hit the floor

I don't know what to do
Can't turn and walk away
After all that we've been through
I can't keep it up this way

I just can't breathe right
Can't sleep at night
I can't be calm
Whenever you're around

I'm just living on my own
Face each day alone
And it's all right
Until you come around

Spent my time running
For the open door
Left the best of my life
On the cutting room floor

So tired of running
Want to slow it down
But I get so frantic
When you're around

I just can't breathe right
Can't sleep at night
I can't be calm
Whenever you're around

I'm just living on my own
Face each day alone
And it's all right
Until you come around...



   Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Angels By John Carter

I don't believe in God
But angels might exist
I know it's out of character
For me to tell you this

I'm not so sure today
That all of this is true
But perhaps I have a savior
And maybe she is you

I'll never understand
But I'll never ask you why
And I know that in this lifetime
Some part of me will die

But the honor is in living
And the glory lies in pain
And the simple truth to that
Is that both are still the same

It's nothing I can see
But it's something I can feel
No, I don't believe in God
But angels might be real...



   Monday, June 06, 2005
Finally By John Carter

Now that I'm finally crazy
Now that you got your wish
Tell me, can you still hear me
Underneath all of this?

Now that I've got your number
And you think you've got mine
Can we please stop pretending
At least not all the time?

Tell me you hear me
Tell me you care
Tell me you're finally listening
Somewhere in there
Tell me it's finally over
Tell me we're doing fine
Tell me you understand me
Give me that one sweet lie

Now that I'm pacing slowly
Now that I'm climbing walls
Leave me to my own suffering
Don't push me, then catch my fall

Tell me the dream is over
Tell me you're waking up
Don't make me read these scriptures
I'll only give it up

Tell me you hear me
Tell me you care
Tell me you're finally listening
Somewhere in there
Tell me it's finally over
Tell me we're doing fine
Tell me you understand me
Give me that one sweet lie...



   Friday, June 03, 2005
Part of Me By John Carter

My words used to be
My weapon of choice
But lately it seems
I'm losing my voice

But words could not say
What has not been spoken
My hands did not break
The hearts that have broken

I may speak softly
But I know every word
I may think slowly
But I meant what you heard
I may see through you
But I like what I see
I may be gone
But I've left a part of me

I know that it seems
That I'm not listening
When all I can dream
Is the lips I'll be kissing

But time has not covered
My dreams with these lies
And I have not sold out
My love to these spies

I may speak softly
But I know every word
I may think slowly
But I meant what you heard
I may see through you
But I like what I see
I may be gone
But I've left a part of me

The heart of the matter
And the bright side of things
Aren't always together
They part on broken wings

But sometimes it seems
That I'm losing my mind
When only in dreams
Can I finally find

A part of me...