When It Cuts When the skin seems gray, And the light begins to fade, If all your lies were true, And I knew all the words to say, This fragile life would not decay, And the waters might be still, Breaking down with every wall, And all darkness fades away, All the lines have blurred, And all the edges fade, With you I'll be one, Can we live forever, When it cuts, When it cuts the failing life, Do you dream of me, And remember how I taste, I still see the candles, And how they light your face, But I'm holding onto nothing, Until you take it's place. ...thoughts please
I really like it, it's a good job a life in ashes. I'm sorry, I'm such a nitpicker, but that's supposed to be its.
Another song which you have heroically rescued from emoism and brought to a gentle, bitterseetish nice song! For your band? It'll sound cool with gentle musical electric guitars, maybe? But I dont anything about composing, so ignore that if it sounded stupid.
Thanks Meghna. yeah it's for my band, we're playing to almost acoustic electric guitars... kinda in the vein of staind's mellowest stuff.