Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
unwritten, can't read my mind, undefined
just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Harris, Jesse.
waited till I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly a way
'Stead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand
My heart is drenched
But you'll be on my mind forever
Out across the endless sea
I will die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone
Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
Thanks to cosmic_angel89 for adding these lyrics. Thanks to leo_da_lion88, NICEMAN1974, BREE, ngamewhiz, keh111 for correcting these lyrics.
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Talking Heads Burning Down The House Lyrics
Play Song Songwriters: BYRNE, DAVID/WEYMOUTH, TINA/FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER/HARRISON, JERRY We've got a match Watch out, you might get what you're after Cool babies, strange but not a stranger I'm an ordinary guy Burning down the house Hold tight, wait 'till the party's over Hold tight, we're in for nasty weather There has got to be a way Burning down the house Here's your ticket, pack your bags, time for jumpin' overboard Transportation is here Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are Fightin' fire with fire All wet, hey you might need a raincoat Shakedown, dreams walking in broad daylight Three hundred sixty five degrees Burning down the house It was once upon a place, sometimes I listen to myself Gonna come in first place People on their way to work said, "Baby what did you except?" Gonna burst into flame, go ahead Burning down the house My house is out of the ordinary That's right, don't want to hurt nobody Some things sure can sweep me off my feet Burning down the house No visible means of support and you have not seen nothin' yet Everything's stuck together I don't know what you expect staring into the TV set Fighting fire with fire Burning down the house | |
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