This is the latest song I've written lyrics for and written a guitar part for. Ideally I wanna take the concept and create an EP or an album around it, mainly because I've been thinking about writing a concept album for ages but have never gotten around to it. This probably means that this song will get split up into different sections and the lyrics will change when I create a final version but yeah, I suppose you could call this a concept version. Anyway, let me know what you think, cheers Italics are female vocals. "Part 3" By the time I look at the clock tower again, It's spun three times round or maybe four, But basically we've been talking for hours and hours, (Are we now in love?) And as the duvet you brought falls around my shoulders, I'm glad that I get this chance to draw you closer, I'm not quite sure why we're sitting outside, At five in the morning but I'm glad to be with you, Talking between the drags of your cigarette, Shivering wildly in time with your ever increasing breathing, You're like a child with a crayon, trying to scrawl me into place, And as your chest rises higher so you can suck in the smoke, I get a brief smell of your scent, before you exhale and I choke. "I raise the cigarette to my lips and proceed to inhale, The smoke fills my lungs like you and what you're saying, Exhale my reply and choke you with the smoke, The smog of my words, broken, jagged and rough." "I don't think you could ever release, Words that are as brutal as you seem to think," But instead of insisting, I sarcastically wink, ("But your father's got his reservations") Grab your hand, pull you to your feet and kiss you on the cheek. "Despite everything that has happened to me, With my father being ever increasingly weary, His vision impared by rage and cocktails, Elisa he'll come to love you soon." "Father you can't always tell the future, If you could, imagine throwing the bouquet at a funeral, Father you can't always tell the future, If you could, imagine the day we met, You'd prevent love from ever happening." "We're both in the wrong, Piecing together the pictures and storylines, I chose my path and ran, You decided, that the only running you'd do would be, To chase us across the country, So you could get everything you wanted, But you can't win every battle you choose, No you can't win every battle you choose, No you can't win every battle you choose." "Despite everything that has happened to me, With my father and his ever increasing curiousity, His vision impared by rage and cocktails, Elisa he'll come to love you soon."