Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given.
I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.
(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
I don’t wanna die,
But I ain’t keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I’m preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
That’s why I keep on running.
Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.
(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.
(instrumental)
(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
There’s a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.
(instrumental)
Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand........................
Talk about going overboard with something! Harharharhar!
Rest aside, bought mom what she needed for home as a b'day present to her and bought the complete Calvin n Hobbes leather binded edition of three books as a b'day present for my best budd........yet to part ways with CnH ! :D
2 comments:
Don't we all have a song written and sung for us, buzzing in our head at all times. I have one too.
Bit weird isn't it?
And I guess, the song or you, either way :-)is right- "It is hard to understand the role we have been given" and yet sometimes we are such brilliant actors!
i without a doubt love all your posting choice, very unique.
don't give up and also keep creating because it simply just good worth to follow it.
impatient to view much more of your current writing, thanks ;)
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