lovesong love

Falling Free
David Gray
1994

All of my senses overthrown
By the might of your skin
And the lamplight
On your cheek bone
Drawing me further in
No sentence I can speak
For the wonder so unique
Breaking like a wave
Upon the shore
Mercy me, I'm falling free
Since you opened up the door

See how the sky is
Made of sapphire
The colours flowing
Through our hands
The moon is fire in your hair
A million miles beyond
What science understands
Smell that mountain heather
I don't remember ever
Feeling like this before
Mercy me, I'm falling free
Since you opened up the door

If every windowpane
Should shatter
If every wall should fall apart
Well it might hurt a bit
But would it matter
With this jewel in my heart

No need to nail it to the ground
No need to smother it with sense
Just listen to the rhythm of
Your heart that pounds
And trust it all to chance
Cos we‚re standing face to face
With the angel of grace
Don't it just taste so pure
Mercy me, I'm falling free
Since you opened up the door


my goodness.
today i discovered this.
and repeated...
this makes the phantom wedding soundtrack.
"The moon is fire in your hair"
are you kidding!
*amazement*

*heart*

This song makes me love hard.
With about twenty million repeats yesterday,
i expected to be jaded to it's power in the morning...

i was delightfully wrong

Lately I've been feeling like the day has come
You'll walk up to me and erase my memory
Can't wait to feel brand new
I cant wait to meet you again,
friend

(video best listened to, not viewed. unless being tripped out appeals to you.)

Sister ~ Sufjan Stevens

this one song has been on repeat in my mind and on my ipod.

it's one of those i think you either choose to immerse within or decidedly reject...

but for however 'likeablitiy' is rated; this song was february to me.

from the plodding beginning, to the frenzied pith, onto the lyrics...

What the waters wants is hurricanes
And sailboats to ride on its back
What the water wants is sun kiss
And land to run into and back

I have a fish stone burning my elbow
Reminding me to know that I'm glad
That I have a bottle filled with my own teeth
They fell out like a tear in the bag

And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit
She has black hair and small hands
And I have a kettle drum
I'll hit the earth with you

And I will crochet you a hat
And I have a red kite
I'll put you right in it
I'll show you the sky

the inevitability of God's tangible joys wearing through our grating fears.



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