Breathe In

As Much

Sometimes you write a song and want to develop it, and sometimes you just want to be done with it. This is the latter. Although, I should probably make more effort.

Porcelain Tower

Impressions

Grey skies, and all I see is you
shining through the clouds;
brighten up my day
Soft rays fall upon the hills way out west,
lighting up the heathland that invites me to the sky

Are you climbing there today;
are you wrapped up in the arms of satisfaction?
Oh, you’re 32 years old but I can’t celebrate
‘cause we’re worlds apart and I’ve got no place to go
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that?

Black tea for one sits on the table, never getting cold
the only warmth in this room
And a little grey box, with a stone brought from the Middle Kingdom
is waiting for it’s future to be told

Oh, you’re 32 today but I can’t celebrate,
‘cause we’re worlds apart and I just can’t take you home no more
Am I just making up for mistakes when I was young?
Oh, aren’t we all?

Well, Stones don’t bleed
but it’s pouring from the heart that’s hurting
No, stones don’t bleed
but it’s pouring from the heart that’s burning
No, stones don’t need
But they’ll wait around a lifetime
is that what you expect from me?

Only ever wanted a chance
to show you I could be there after all
To be the one to love with great resolve
To trust you after all the things we’ve done
Can you believe me?
Can you believe me?

Well, Stones don’t bleed
but it’s pouring from the heart that’s hurting
No, stones don’t bleed
but it’s pouring from the heart that’s burning
No, stones don’t need
But they’ll wait around a lifetime
is that what you expect from me?

Stones Don't Bleed

A song that shows I'm not thinking about wine at all.

Blackberry Wine

I Really Want To Know

Too Much Too Soon

Another song about stuff, with sounds and words and noise.

Blue Eyes

Sorry to those that liked the raw acoustic version. I'm a sucker for post-production.

Rothney