Song Lyrics

Let Me Fall

Let me fall.
Let me climb.
There's moment where fear and dream must clide.
Someone I am is waiting for courage.
The one I want, the one I will become, will catch me.
So let me fall if I must fall.
I won't heed your warnings.
I won't hear them.

Let me fall
If I fall.
Though the phoenix may or may not rise.
I will dance so freely holding on to no one.
You can hold me only
if you too will fall away from all of these useless fears and shames.

Someone I am is waiting for my courage.
The one I want, the one I will become, will catch me.
So let me fall if I must fall.
I won't heed your warnings.
I won't hear...

Let me fall if I fall.
There's no reason to miss this one chance
This perfect moment.
Just let me fall

"Daughters"

i know a girl
she puts the color inside of my world
she's just like a maze
where all of the walls all continually change

I've done all i can
to stand on the steps with my heart in my hands
Now i started to think
maybe its got nothing to do with me.

so fathers be good to your daughters,
daughters will love like you do,
girls become lovers who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too.

Oh you see that skin
its the same shes been standing in
since the day you two met
i bet i was on your mind
never ever any time
Oh yeah

so fathers be good to your daughters,
daughters will love like you do, yeah
girls become lovers who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too.

boys you can break
find out how much they can take
boys will be strong and
boys soldier on
but boys would be gone
without warmth of a woman's good good heart

on behalf of every man
looking out for every girl
you are the god and the weight of her world
on behalf of ever man
who's looking out for every girl
you are the god and you are the weight of her world

so fathers be good to your daughters,
daughters will love like you do,
girls become lovers who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too

"Travelin' Soldier"

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?

I cried: Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

Sand and Water

All alone I didn't like the feeling
All alone I sat and cried
All alone I had to find some meaning
In the center of the pain I felt inside

All alone I came into this world
All alone I will someday die
Solid stone is just sand and water, baby
Sand and water, and a million years gone by

I will see you in the light of a thousand suns
I will hear you in the sound of the waves
I will know you when I come, as we all will come
Through the doors beyond the grave

All alone I heal this heart of sorrow
All alone I raise this child
Flesh and bone, he's just
Bursting towards tomorrow
And his laughter fills my world and wears your smile

I will see you in the light of a thousand suns
I will hear you in the sound of the waves
I will know you when I come, as we all will come
Through the doors beyond the grave

All alone I came into this world
All alone I will someday die
Solid stone is just sand and water, baby
Sand and water and a million years gone by

Love Ridden

Love ridden, I have looked at you
with the focus I gave to my birthday candles.
I've wished on the lidded blue flames
under your brow.
And baby, I wish for you.
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
And I wanna crawl in with you
But I cry instead.
I want your warm,
but it will only make me colder when it's over.
So I can't tonight, baby

No, not "baby" anymore
If I need you i'll just use your simple name.
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
and in a little while,
we'll only have to wave.

My hand won't hold you down no more.
The path is clear to follow through.
I stood to long in the way of the door
and now I'm giving up on you.

No, not "baby" anymore
If I need you i'll just use your simple name.
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
and in a little while,
we'll only have to wave.

L'Un Vers L'Autre

Deux anges qui se découvrent
N'ont rien à expliquer
Deux âmes qui se retrouvent
Ont tout dit sans parler
J'ai souvent rêvé dans les bras de Marius d'être à sa place
Devant ce bonheur d'un autre monde
La jalousie s'efface.

Ils marchaient sans savoir l'un vers l'autre
Comme la chance quand elle cherche le hasard
Deux enfants mis au monde l'un pour l'autre
Pour jouer les héros d'une histoire

Ils descendent des nuages
Rayonnants de mystère
Pour faire un long voyage
D'amour sur cette terre
À peine se sont-ils vus
Qu'ils se sont reconnus
Avant de se connaître

Le bonheur leur va bien l'un à l'autre
Un aveugle en son coeur pourrait le voir
Le bonheur, ça fait mal chez les autres
Quand on n'a pas de rôle dans l'histoire

Mais dans une pièce à deux
Les autres n'ont pas réplique
Ils sont dans le public

Ils marchaient sans savoir l'un vers l'autre
Et la chance à trouvé le hasard
On n'peut plus les aimer l'un sans l'autre
Sans trahir la morale de l'histoire.

Cute. Now... what the hell does it mean?

Painters

Eighty years, an old lady now.
Sitting on the front porch watching the clouds roll by.
They remind her of her lover, how he left her
and of times long ago when she used color carelessly
painted his portrait a thousand times
or maybe just his smile,
Her and her canvas would follow him
wherever they would go.
‘Cause they were painters
and they were painting themselfs a lovely world

Oil streaked daisies covered the living room walls.
He put water colored roses in her hair.
He said, “Love, I love you.
I want to give you the mountains, the sunshine,
the sunset, too.
I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me
‘cause I’m a painter and I want to paint you a lovely world.”

So. they sat down and made a drawing of their love.
They made it an art to live by.
They painted every passion, every home,
created every beautiful child.
In winter they were weavers of warmth.
In summer they were carpenters of love.
They thought blueprints were too sad
so they made them yellow.
‘Cause they were painters
and they were painting themselfs a lovely world.

Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil.
And in her heart she knew something was wrong.
She went running through all the orchards
screaming, “No God! Don’t take him from me!”
But by the time she got there
she feared that he already had gone.
She got to where he lay,
water colored roses in his hands for her.
She through them down screaming,
“Damn you, man! Don’t leave me!
With nothing left behind but these cold paintings,
these cold portraits to remind me!”

And he said, “Love, I only leave a little.
Try to understand.
I put my soul in this life we’ve created with these four hands.
Love, I leave, but only a little.
I swear I haunts me still.
My body may die now, but these paintings are real.”

Many seasons came, many seasons went,
and so many times she saw her loves face
watering the flowers, talking to the tress and singing to his children.
The wind blowing through, she knew he was listening,
always seemed to laugh along
and how he seemed to hold her when she was crying.
‘Cause they were painters
and they had painted themselfs a lovely world

Eighty years, an old lady now.
Sitting on the front porch watching the clouds roll by.
They remind her of her lover, how he left her
and of times long ago when she used color carelessly
painted his portrait a thousand times
or maybe just his smile,
Her and her canvas would follow him
wherever they would go.
And, yes!
Her and her canvas still follow
‘Cause they were painters
and they were painting themselfs a lovely world

Hallelujah

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah