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Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose, only time

Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies, only time
And who can say why your heart cries
When your love lies, only time

Who can say when the roads meet
That love might be in your heart
And who can say when the day sleeps
If the night keeps all your heart
Night keeps all your heart

Who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
- Only time
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time

Who knows? Only time

Only Time

LYRICS:

Dans le silence de l'aube grise
Ton fantôme danse encore
Comme une mélodie imprécise
Qui résonne aux confins de mon cœur

Tu n'es plus là, et pourtant tu restes
Dans chaque respiration, chaque soupir
Comme une présence douce et funeste
Qui refuse de partir

Chaque fragment de toi suspendu
Entre les rideaux et la lumière
Comme un souvenir inattendu
Qui traverse mes nuits entières

Tu n'es plus là, et pourtant tu restes
Dans chaque respiration, chaque soupir
Comme une présence douce et funeste
Qui refuse de partir

Nos moments perdus se reflètent
Comme des miroirs brisés
Où notre amour se rejette
Entre ce qui fut et ce qui n'est plus jamais

Tu n'es plus là, et pourtant tu restes
Dans chaque respiration, chaque soupir
Une présence à la fois douce et triste
Qui refuse de  partir

Une aube grise

Une Aube Grise

🎤 Cover song by Slade.
🎙️ Original song by Vanillaspice.
👉 Original Track: https://soundcloud.com/rawtrex/paper-airplane
🌎 Rawtrex: http://rawtrex.com/

2/6/2025

Paper Airplane [Slade Cover]

Written In Light

"You Cannot Wake Up Someone Pretending to Sleep" is a haunting and introspective ballad that delves into themes of denial, indifference, and the futility of awakening those who choose to remain blind to reality. Through vivid metaphors—a silent gunshot, a floating tree, and unheeded cries—the song paints a poignant picture of willful ignorance and the emotional weight of confronting truth. With its poetic lyrics and melancholic tone, the track invites listeners to reflect on the barriers we build to avoid facing the world as it is. A blend of dark folk and ambient introspection, this song is both a lament and a call to awareness, resonating with anyone who has ever struggled to break through the walls of another's deceit.

[Verse ]
They didn’t hear the shot,  
So they assumed the gun was fake.  
But the body on the ground  
Tells a truth they won’t face.  

[Verse 2]
You can argue all the ethics,  
Weigh the consequences of both,  
But my child, you can’t wake up  
Someone pretending to sleep.  

[Verse 3]
There was a tree growing  
In the middle of the stream.  
Its roots were cut away,  
But it kept floating on and on 

[Verse 4]
Boats passed by in silence,  
Their crews saw the tree.  
They waved and they shouted,  
But it drifted aimlessly.  

[Bridge]
So you can argue all the ethics,  
Weigh the consequences of both,  
But my child, you can’t wake up  
Someone pretending to sleep.  

[Chorus]
My child, you cannot wake up  
Someone pretending to sleep.  
No, you cannot wake up  
Someone lost in their deceit.  

[End]


You Cannot Wake Up Someone Pretending to Sleep

To control the mind 
You must  
Capture the will 
The creation 
Of something 
It thrills. 
By moving 
Its attention 
Assuming 
a false sense 
of prevention 
to understand 
the plan 
is set  
in your hand. 
How the mind 
Becomes 
On demand. 
Not the false narrative 
Of a world’s command. 
This is critical 
For you to understand. 
To withstand 
What it takes 
To make 
You misunderstand. 
The laws that are 
firsthand. 
A consciousness 
That spanned 
Don’t let it be 
A victim of a state 
Unplanned 
Or unmanned. 
Settled on  
The right hand 
And the left hand 
Not reacting 
To the mad demands  
And empty commands. 
Tune your mind 
Don’t be blind. 
We hear our angels 
Whoa is me. 
My ability to see 
Not subjugation 
Of false laws 
And decrees 
To see past 
The slight of hand 
And its 
Cryptic demands. 
To understand 
The will is yours 
To direct. 
Treat it with respect 
Not necessarily 
Something 
You perfect 
But, the awareness 
Of the affect 
By the fact 
That all minds 
Are joined 
The happy 
Joyous 
And free 
Becomes 
My hallowed place 
That’s invited to see 
The resurrection 
Of a mind that’s free. 
In and of itself 
It’s the soul 
That’s being felt.

Whoa Is Me

He walked in with dust on his boots
No name, no colors
Just a cracked lute and a sharp tongue
The bishop frowned
But the duke’s wife leaned in

He sang of harvests lost to greed
Of the childless baker and the jealous priest
They laughed until they saw the mirror
Then they looked away
As if his song had stolen heat from the fire

All I own is borrowed breath
And laughter laced with knives
Let them toast in silver halls
I’ll dance for the dark outside

In Florence, they dress me in ribbons
Crown me with bells and broken gold
I speak riddles to princes
Who kill with glances
Then toss me figs when I please them

I’ve danced for silence
Made jest of plague and prophecy
Truth is softer when wrapped in a grin
But it cuts just the same
And blood doesn’t lie

All I own is borrowed breath
And laughter laced with knives
Let them toast in silver halls
I’ll dance for the dark outside

I remember the boy in Parma
Mocking fate with empty hands
No motley, no master
Just a song in the dark
And the right to vanish

All I own is borrowed breath
And laughter laced with knives
Let them toast in silver halls
I’ll dance for the dark outside

A Fool’s Errand

Number03

It felt as if
My back
Was against the wall
I had a choice
I could stand
Or I could fall
I could move forward
Or feel as if 
My life was stalled
In place
I could give up
Or stay in the race
I could bow out
Or keep my place
In life
Even though the pain
Felt like a knife
In my back
But did that determine
Where I was at
And would forever stay
Or did I need to keep going
And have the faith
I’d find a way
To heal
But what I wouldn’t give
To feel
Okay
Even if it were only
For a day
©2025 wr heustis

Feel Okay

She Don’t Cry (New York) tells the story of a city that gives nothing for free.
Through poetic snapshots and razor-sharp lines, it paints New York as a magnetic, unforgiving force — a place that kisses you quick and leaves you dry.
This is a song about streets that forget, lights that don’t blink, and the silence between people who never really leave.
A whispered monologue to the city that never says sorry — and never needs to.

Set to a moody, jazz-infused groove with cinematic noir energy.

She Don’t Cry (New York) ist das lyrische Porträt einer Stadt, die nichts verschenkt.
In klaren, poetischen Momentaufnahmen wird New York zur gnadenlosen Verführerin – ein Ort, der dich küsst und dann alleine lässt.
Es geht um Straßen, die nichts lernen, Uhren, die nicht kümmern, und ein Gefühl von Dazwischen, das nie ganz verschwindet.
Ein leiser Monolog an eine Stadt, die sich nie entschuldigt – und es auch nicht muss.

Untermalt von einem nächtlich-pulsierenden Groove mit jazziger Noir-Atmosphäre.

She Don’t Cry (New York)

She don’t wait for love or fame
Just lights a match and calls your name

Steam slips out of midnight cracks
Dreams roll by on subway tracks
A neon sign forgets to blink
And ghosts go out for one last drink
The moon stares down, too bright, too cold
The street exhales, the night grows bold

The city don’t cry, it just becomes
A beat, a blur, a thousand drums
She’s mean, she’s gold, she’s never still
New York just is – she don’t need thrill

She’ll kiss you quick
And leave you dry
But name one place
You’d rather try

A man sells books near Union Square
A girl hums tunes with purple hair
The crowd moves fast, the sky stands still
I never left - and never will

The city don’t cry, it just becomes
A beat, a blur, a thousand drums
She’s cruel, she’s kind, she’s standing still
New York just watches – and always will

Footsteps echo, fade, return
The street forgets but doesn’t learn
A whisper cuts through broken glass
These nights weren’t made for looking back
The lights all blur, the clocks don’t care
I’m halfway here and halfway air

She’ll kiss you quick
And leave you dry
But name one place
You’d rather try

The city don’t cry, it just becomes
A beat, a blur, a thousand drums
She’s mean, she’s gold, she’s never still

New York just is

She don’t say sorry, she just sings
And you come back for everything



She Don't Cry (New York)

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