"Never see the big church steeple when I call you on the phone
Never feel the rush of angels, when we stay up late alone
Never whisper you a great love story, only scream and cry and moan
But you’re a good man, but you’re a good man
I keep telling myself to just let go
Oh, let go of the one who took all your gold
I get home and there’s a love note waiting
But only he is here tonight
And the words, the promises you’re making
Only echo all these lies
And for every sweet nothing you whisper
Why is goodbye my reply?
'Cos you’re a good man, 'cos you’re a good man
I keep telling myself to just let go
There was someone that I knew before
A heart from the past that I cannot forget
I let him take all my gold, and hurt me so bad
But now for you, I have nothing left of all my gold
Stare my heart blank, am I ever gonna let him go? Get my gold back
And today I was a dead girl walking, see the light burn through tears
Heard you say my name and get to talking of the love and all the fears
And you saw all the pain I was holding, and yet still you’d hold me near
'Cos you’re a good man, 'cos you’re a good man,
I keep telling myself to just let go
There was someone that I knew before,
A heart from the past, that I cannot forget
I let him take all my gold, and hurt me so bad
But now for you, I have nothing left
'Cos there was someone that I knew before
A heart from the past, that I cannot forget
I let him take all my gold, and hurt me so bad
But now for you, I have nothing left of all my gold"
Words by Bat for Lashes
An insight into the workings of my mind. You have been warned ;-) Here you will find my musings on various matters. From the profound to the ridiculous: seemingly disparate elements yet often found to be two sides of the same coin. Notable recent thoughts are mostly about personal growth and Astrology.
31 January 2015
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