Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
You'll never see the courage I know
It's colors richness won't appear within your view
You'll never touch these things that I hold
The skin of my emotion lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown...to you.
You'll never live the life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You say it looks as though I might give up this fight
But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch--I see from greater heights
I understand what I am now too smart to mention to you
Fiona Apple, Never Is A Promise
It's colors richness won't appear within your view
You'll never touch these things that I hold
The skin of my emotion lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown...to you.
You'll never live the life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You say it looks as though I might give up this fight
But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch--I see from greater heights
I understand what I am now too smart to mention to you
Fiona Apple, Never Is A Promise
Saturday, November 05, 2005
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