I'm posting the lyrics to two songs tonight. I'm so looking forward to being able to record that I've been going through songs trying to figure out what is good enough to actually spend time on. "History" is a few years old and I wrote "Marry Me" within the past few months. I think they have both made the short list:
History
Baby, I've been searching for a way,
To tell you how I love you.
The words that roll off my tongue,
Will never do, no they'll never do.
And if I had vocabulary skills,
I would still be unable to express,
The way I felt the day that you left.
So when are you gonna come back around?
When will your flame burn out?
Oh baby, I'm not the same without you here.
The time goes by without a sound,
Baby, I'm lost and found,
by the ones who took me far away from you.
Now with all my passions,
I've watched my bridges burn.
They're of no concern to me.
And now that I sit here alone,
I guess I'll carry on, forgetting my responsibilities.
My world is shrinking day by day,
Oh, but that's how I pay,
For my failures in this social tapestry.
I watch the sun fall behind the trees.
Today is history, like you and me.
Marry Me
I wish that you would come back home.
I'm tired of being all alone.
Get on that plane and make it known,
That you're coming home to me,
Oh baby, won't you please.
I am a wreck when you're away.
So darling, please say you will stay.
I don't know any other way,
To get on with my life,
But to have you as my wife.
We don't have much,
But what we got is good.
I'll hold and protect you,
Just like a husband should.
If you will marry me,
We could start a family.
I don't know what the future holds.
Or what I'll be like when I grow old.
But in the winter when it's cold,
We could sit beside the fire,
And go to bed when we get tired.
We don't need much,
Cause what we got is good.
You'll love and support me,
Just like a good wife should.
Through the good times and the bad,
When love is all we have,
We'll see it's all we really need,
To start a family.
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