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Jag förlorar så mycket motivation till att skriva när jag hör fantastiska låtar, texter jag inte ens kan mäta mig med. Därför har jag inte skrivit något på länge, jag har inte kunnat hitta orden.
Här är hur som helst det jag tycker är det
bästa jag någonsin har skrivit. Det beror nog på att jag upplever kärlek på ett sätt jag aldrig gjort förut, aldrig så här starkt och sant har den omfamnat mig.
Jag tror att det var Kill The Noise som sade det någon gång; Jag har förstått semantiken i orden som jag läste, och produkten blev denna.
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I want to paint a smile on your face,
never want to see you mad.
I don't want your eyes to blaze, no.
It doesn't suit your general glaze.
I just want to see the glitter,
in your eyes so bright.
That's when my heart goes abroad,
and leaves my body warm.
It takes a trip to heaven,
and leaves my senses calm.
I want nothing between us.
Please convince me, babe.
Show me that we're not just,
a wonderful, hopeless dream.
I ask of nothing more, than,
than to have you in my arms.
I dream of nothing other,
Than to be the one you love.
Just like the old oak tree,
the one up on the hill.
I will always be here waiting,
but it's always such a thrill.
I want the chance to relax,
just know that I am yours.
Let my branches unbend.
And my troubled tree crown,
so bordered with thorns.
Leave them all behind and,
let it to heaven send.
Sometimes in the winter-
cold November nights.
I'm shaking and it's feeling,
just like a little knife.
As if every move I'm making,
bears the meaning,
of my entire life.
When you are warm, and safe and sound,
I still must stand here freezing.
Drowning in the night's shades,
not knowing if or how.
But no matter how far you might seem,
you're always, back before I'm weeping.
I just want confirmation that we are,
more than, just a dream.
Then my heart will always be yours,
for loving and for keeping.
As long as love is still alive,
my branches will not wither.
Until the last leaf, of my last branch,
has fallen, made a crater.
A hole so deep inside my heart.
My lips are yours, yours only.
Until the end, right from the start.
Jag förlorar så mycket motivation till att skriva när jag hör fantastiska låtar, texter jag inte ens kan mäta mig med. Därför har jag inte skrivit något på länge, jag har inte kunnat hitta orden.
Här är hur som helst det jag tycker är det
Här är hur som helst det jag tycker är det
bästa jag någonsin har skrivit. Det beror nog på att jag upplever kärlek på ett sätt jag aldrig gjort förut, aldrig så här starkt och sant har den omfamnat mig.
Jag tror att det var Kill The Noise som sade det någon gång; Jag har förstått semantiken i orden som jag läste, och produkten blev denna.
-
I want to paint a smile on your face,
never want to see you mad.
I don't want your eyes to blaze, no.
It doesn't suit your general glaze.
I just want to see the glitter,
in your eyes so bright.
That's when my heart goes abroad,
and leaves my body warm.
It takes a trip to heaven,
and leaves my senses calm.
I want nothing between us.
Please convince me, babe.
Show me that we're not just,
a wonderful, hopeless dream.
I ask of nothing more, than,
than to have you in my arms.
I dream of nothing other,
Than to be the one you love.
Just like the old oak tree,
the one up on the hill.
I will always be here waiting,
but it's always such a thrill.
I want the chance to relax,
just know that I am yours.
Let my branches unbend.
And my troubled tree crown,
so bordered with thorns.
Leave them all behind and,
let it to heaven send.
Sometimes in the winter-
cold November nights.
I'm shaking and it's feeling,
just like a little knife.
As if every move I'm making,
bears the meaning,
of my entire life.
When you are warm, and safe and sound,
I still must stand here freezing.
Drowning in the night's shades,
not knowing if or how.
But no matter how far you might seem,
you're always, back before I'm weeping.
I just want confirmation that we are,
more than, just a dream.
Then my heart will always be yours,
for loving and for keeping.
As long as love is still alive,
my branches will not wither.
Until the last leaf, of my last branch,
has fallen, made a crater.
A hole so deep inside my heart.
My lips are yours, yours only.
Until the end, right from the start.
Jag tror att det var Kill The Noise som sade det någon gång; Jag har förstått semantiken i orden som jag läste, och produkten blev denna.
-
I want to paint a smile on your face,
never want to see you mad.
I don't want your eyes to blaze, no.
It doesn't suit your general glaze.
I just want to see the glitter,
in your eyes so bright.
That's when my heart goes abroad,
and leaves my body warm.
It takes a trip to heaven,
and leaves my senses calm.
I want nothing between us.
Please convince me, babe.
Show me that we're not just,
a wonderful, hopeless dream.
I ask of nothing more, than,
than to have you in my arms.
I dream of nothing other,
Than to be the one you love.
Just like the old oak tree,
the one up on the hill.
I will always be here waiting,
but it's always such a thrill.
I want the chance to relax,
just know that I am yours.
Let my branches unbend.
And my troubled tree crown,
so bordered with thorns.
Leave them all behind and,
let it to heaven send.
Sometimes in the winter-
cold November nights.
I'm shaking and it's feeling,
just like a little knife.
As if every move I'm making,
bears the meaning,
of my entire life.
When you are warm, and safe and sound,
I still must stand here freezing.
Drowning in the night's shades,
not knowing if or how.
But no matter how far you might seem,
you're always, back before I'm weeping.
I just want confirmation that we are,
more than, just a dream.
Then my heart will always be yours,
for loving and for keeping.
As long as love is still alive,
my branches will not wither.
Until the last leaf, of my last branch,
has fallen, made a crater.
A hole so deep inside my heart.
My lips are yours, yours only.
Until the end, right from the start.
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