Corduroy Skin
09-07-2005, 10:03 PM
Hey guys, this is the first song I've posted on here, but I've been writing for a little while.
I've recently had trouble writing, but this song just flowed from my fingers so easily and so I'm really excited about it. Critiques and all that would be very much appreciated, I'll return the favor. Thanks.
Also: I'm not sure of the title yet, it's either the thread title or "The Places We'd Go."
The first breath of autumn
Where the memories are in
And all around the fallen leaves
Has been too long coming
I’ve been waiting for the bittersweet peace
Walking through retraceable paths
With a head full of the past
And a backpack full of the maps
We’d once made of the places we’d been
And oh the places we’d go
Countless eyes have tread through
The places I’d lead you
They notice the carvings in trees
As their feet crunch the leaves beneath
There’s a candle burning to my right
A vigil for the last night of your life
I’ve held on to the past like your body
On those endless grassy embraces
Walking through retraceable paths
With a head full of the past
And a backpack full of the maps
We’d once made of the places we’d been
And oh the places we’d go
Enter the fog on this coldest of mornings
Winter has come to cover our steps
There’s nothing like the feel of it pouring
Over the past I’d now travel through in my head, again
Walking through retraceable paths
With a head full of the past
And a backpack full of the maps
We’d once made of the places we’d been
And oh the places we’d go
I've recently had trouble writing, but this song just flowed from my fingers so easily and so I'm really excited about it. Critiques and all that would be very much appreciated, I'll return the favor. Thanks.
Also: I'm not sure of the title yet, it's either the thread title or "The Places We'd Go."
The first breath of autumn
Where the memories are in
And all around the fallen leaves
Has been too long coming
I’ve been waiting for the bittersweet peace
Walking through retraceable paths
With a head full of the past
And a backpack full of the maps
We’d once made of the places we’d been
And oh the places we’d go
Countless eyes have tread through
The places I’d lead you
They notice the carvings in trees
As their feet crunch the leaves beneath
There’s a candle burning to my right
A vigil for the last night of your life
I’ve held on to the past like your body
On those endless grassy embraces
Walking through retraceable paths
With a head full of the past
And a backpack full of the maps
We’d once made of the places we’d been
And oh the places we’d go
Enter the fog on this coldest of mornings
Winter has come to cover our steps
There’s nothing like the feel of it pouring
Over the past I’d now travel through in my head, again
Walking through retraceable paths
With a head full of the past
And a backpack full of the maps
We’d once made of the places we’d been
And oh the places we’d go