Story Behind The Song
A recent break-up from an emotional relationship caused me to write this song,
Song Description
A break-up where one has reached a point of acceptance though they still have feelings for the other person.
Song Length |
5:38 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Passive, Content |
Subject |
Imagination, Lost Love |
Similar Artists |
Goo Goo Dolls |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Does it hurt?
This feeling of being free,
Down to these final words where it's only you and me.
Can you fight the fire of last minute desire?
These pockets fill with stones while we're all alone.
Here's the last game to play,
Here's my heart on the betting table,
Let's raise the stakes,
My turn to take the bate,
These games are getting old,
I'm naked in the cold,
The end is getting near,
Doesn't time fly my dear.
Of this story,
Here comes the curtain call,
Cold collisions of darkened intentions,
This is where we fall.
You're a comfort less comfortable,
Your hands have turned stone cold,
Warm me with your words of ice.
Here's the last game to play,
Here's my heart on the betting table,
Let's raise the stakes,
My turn to take the bate,
These games are getting old,
I'm naked in the cold,
The end is getting near,
Doesn't time fly my dear?
There's frost dancing in your eyes,
There's snow dancing in my mind.
Is it me or is it below freezing in this fantasy?
Disinterest and words of whispers capture me,
What's your point in this ending story?
Calling out with glacial fury,
The lights go out with angry bang,
Victims fall and the cold air shapes the sand,
The last act,
(The end is getting near)
The curtain call,
(The end is getting near)
(I'm in love with the darkness)
Here's the last game to play,
Here's my heart on the betting table,
Let's raise the stakes,
My turn to take the bate,
These games are getting old,
I'm naked in the cold,
The end is getting near,
Doesn't time fly my dear?
This is where I find comfort,