I just finished writing these lyrics...it was written quickly and recorded quickly...just one of those things. So...'tis not perfect...but I haven't written a song for quite awhile.
http://www.delta.edu/kdnelson/WhichIsMe.mp3
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The roses rise up over mountain tops
But you're too busy wrapped up in your world
Which is me
There's more to life than the things I gave to you
It's time to let go of what you are used to
Which is me
I know I will just let you down
I won't be there when you come around
I'll be off somewhere, thinking of you
But thoughts aren't enough to pull us through
The breeze is dense and the moon kills the night
You're telling me about the thing that you love most
Which is me
We're lying in the grass, making love to the stars
You spill the bottle and cry about your pain
Which is me
I told you I would let you down
I wasn't there when you came around
I was off somewhere, thinking of you
But thoughts weren't enough to pull us through
The curtains dance in an empty apartment
Mocking the person who has been left alone
Which is me
Traces of life still exist here and there
Painful reminders of the one who fucked things up
Which is me...
http://www.delta.edu/kdnelson/WhichIsMe.mp3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The roses rise up over mountain tops
But you're too busy wrapped up in your world
Which is me
There's more to life than the things I gave to you
It's time to let go of what you are used to
Which is me
I know I will just let you down
I won't be there when you come around
I'll be off somewhere, thinking of you
But thoughts aren't enough to pull us through
The breeze is dense and the moon kills the night
You're telling me about the thing that you love most
Which is me
We're lying in the grass, making love to the stars
You spill the bottle and cry about your pain
Which is me
I told you I would let you down
I wasn't there when you came around
I was off somewhere, thinking of you
But thoughts weren't enough to pull us through
The curtains dance in an empty apartment
Mocking the person who has been left alone
Which is me
Traces of life still exist here and there
Painful reminders of the one who fucked things up
Which is me...