Story Behind The Song
"Baby" in the title is me. I wrote it to cheer up a bit.
Song Description
Two sides of the same man possesses equal parts hope and despair, engaged in conversation. Written Christmas Day, 2006.
| Song Length |
5:03 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
Lyrics
You first
Everything's become about your thirst.
You'll see
Everything you'd ever need was always
At your feet.
Every wish was at your fingertips.
And the word I need is on your lips...
[Softly spoken, bent and broken bones
Among the things you own)
I will
Fill the page with every rage
Until I'm satisfied.
And I will
Beat the pavement with my hands
Although they grow so tired.
Lose my voice before I change my mind.
If you have to ask me every time.
(Softly spoken, bent and broken homes,
Made of solid stone)
In tiny pieces on the ground
Those things you say you lost
And found.
Those things you claim
Your tongue, your name
Return to ashes
From where all things came.
You win,
You move to speak before you move to think,
The end of the story
And I lost my faith in words again.
Heaven sent, or was it consequence?
As you whisper down the line my friend:
(All things token, spent and spoken tones, on the broken phone)