hotcod32
10-03-2005, 08:04 PM
Well becuse of some things, and a need to write tonight i found my self going back to "cold lips on your neck" and i found lots i liked but the thing really did need a rewrite... so i did.... this IS a new song now, thats why retitle it and give it a new tread.... its by far longer... again it proably need a bit of editing and rewriting befor i'm happy with it, end of second verse is some what awful... you can find cold lips here (http://www.musicianforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=397139)
"Heart on the window"
It’s raining,
I can hear it falling,
And draining,
The light from my eyes,
Leaves me tired,
Unwrought and unwired,
Unable to give in this time,
Then there you are,
This is not just my mind,
A thought I’d,
Forgot that I may see you,
Leaning gently,
Against this stop,
But you knew that,
It’s just what you knew,
Your luck would do,
I wish I could just run right thru you,
But your twisting smile,
Draws me in,
Lanced by eyes,
This conversion begins,
You say,
You have a place to be,
I ask if you mind,
Waiting here with me,
With recoil to rain,
The warmth from your arm,
Feels like pain,
These word are dieing,
I know I have nothing to say,
Now I see you,
Reflected honestly,
In the window,
Of a bus I don’t need,
And I wish that,
I could make my self believe,
The wetness on your cheek,
Is just a rain drop,
That fallen some what weak,
And I’m sorry,
As with awkward grace you pose
Like a laughing,
Sweet sweated rose,
Beautiful, to run,
To run and be gone,
Before I bend to hands and knees,
Just to be,
Begging choking please,
Listen to me,
As I force these words to say,
I broke my heart,
When I was breaking yours that day,
And this aching emptiness between,
These fingers,
Is painfully reminding me,
How your,
Fitted like the last missing piece,
Of a jigsaw that,
Only make sense,
When you can see it all,
You say,
You have a place to be,
I ask if you mind,
Waiting here with me,
With recoil to rain,
The warmth from your arm,
Feels like pain,
These word are dieing,
I know I have nothing to say,
Now I see you,
Reflected honestly,
In the window,
Of a bus I don’t need,
And I wish that,
I could make my self believe,
The wetness on your cheek,
Is just a rain drop,
That fallen some what weak,
In the moment,
That you have to leave,
You have to push gently,
Your way past me,
But I feel it,
As you stop for a second,
The same burning question,
In your arms,
That ask in mine,
To slip slowly,
To find behind your back,
A place to hold againt,
These flex of unrest,
But you,
You just watch me,
And you’re,
You’re smiling sadly,
As you draw a heart,
Thru the condensation,
On the window,
You do, you do,
Then wipe it away,
As the bus runs away,
You say,
You have a place to be,
I ask if you mind,
Waiting here with me,
With recoil to rain,
The warmth from your arm,
Feels like pain,
These word are dieing,
I know I have nothing to say,
Now I see you,
Reflected honestly,
In the window,
Of a bus I don’t need,
And I wish that,
I could make my self believe,
The wetness on your cheek,
Is just a rain drop,
That fallen some what weak,
"Heart on the window"
It’s raining,
I can hear it falling,
And draining,
The light from my eyes,
Leaves me tired,
Unwrought and unwired,
Unable to give in this time,
Then there you are,
This is not just my mind,
A thought I’d,
Forgot that I may see you,
Leaning gently,
Against this stop,
But you knew that,
It’s just what you knew,
Your luck would do,
I wish I could just run right thru you,
But your twisting smile,
Draws me in,
Lanced by eyes,
This conversion begins,
You say,
You have a place to be,
I ask if you mind,
Waiting here with me,
With recoil to rain,
The warmth from your arm,
Feels like pain,
These word are dieing,
I know I have nothing to say,
Now I see you,
Reflected honestly,
In the window,
Of a bus I don’t need,
And I wish that,
I could make my self believe,
The wetness on your cheek,
Is just a rain drop,
That fallen some what weak,
And I’m sorry,
As with awkward grace you pose
Like a laughing,
Sweet sweated rose,
Beautiful, to run,
To run and be gone,
Before I bend to hands and knees,
Just to be,
Begging choking please,
Listen to me,
As I force these words to say,
I broke my heart,
When I was breaking yours that day,
And this aching emptiness between,
These fingers,
Is painfully reminding me,
How your,
Fitted like the last missing piece,
Of a jigsaw that,
Only make sense,
When you can see it all,
You say,
You have a place to be,
I ask if you mind,
Waiting here with me,
With recoil to rain,
The warmth from your arm,
Feels like pain,
These word are dieing,
I know I have nothing to say,
Now I see you,
Reflected honestly,
In the window,
Of a bus I don’t need,
And I wish that,
I could make my self believe,
The wetness on your cheek,
Is just a rain drop,
That fallen some what weak,
In the moment,
That you have to leave,
You have to push gently,
Your way past me,
But I feel it,
As you stop for a second,
The same burning question,
In your arms,
That ask in mine,
To slip slowly,
To find behind your back,
A place to hold againt,
These flex of unrest,
But you,
You just watch me,
And you’re,
You’re smiling sadly,
As you draw a heart,
Thru the condensation,
On the window,
You do, you do,
Then wipe it away,
As the bus runs away,
You say,
You have a place to be,
I ask if you mind,
Waiting here with me,
With recoil to rain,
The warmth from your arm,
Feels like pain,
These word are dieing,
I know I have nothing to say,
Now I see you,
Reflected honestly,
In the window,
Of a bus I don’t need,
And I wish that,
I could make my self believe,
The wetness on your cheek,
Is just a rain drop,
That fallen some what weak,