We laugh. We cry. We breathe.
In the midst of our tears and pain.
Through the rubble, we live.
(the song is #77 in my playlist, if you wish to hear it.)
I turn the music up, I got my records on
I shut the world outside until the lights come on
Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone
But I feel my heart start beating to my favorite song
And all the kids they dance, all the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life
I turn the music up, I'm on a roll this time
And heaven is in sight, Ooh
I turn the music up, I got my records on
From underneath a rubble sing a rebel song
Don't want to see another generation drop
I'd rather be a comma than a full stop
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/coldplay/every_teardrop_is_a_waterfall.html ]
Maybe I'm in the black, maybe I'm on my knees
Maybe I'm in the gap between the two trapezes
But my heart is beating and my pulses start
Cathedrals in my heart
As we saw, oh, this light
I swear you emerge blinking into
To tell me it's alright
As we soar walls
Every siren is a symphony
And every tear's a waterfall
Is a waterfall, ah
Is a waterfall, ah
Is always a waterfall
Every tear is always a waterfall, ah
So you can hurt, hurt me bad
But still I'll raise the flag, Ooh
Every tear
Every tear
Every teardrop is a waterfall
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/coldplay/#share
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July 09, 2011
March 27, 2008
wash away.
I have tried to train myself to not miss him when he is gone. That way, when he is gone forever, I will be okay.
But he makes a print on my lips each time I go.
He leaves a trail in my memory that keeps me coming back.
When he is gone,
gone to stay,
maybe enough tears would wash it away.
But he makes a print on my lips each time I go.
He leaves a trail in my memory that keeps me coming back.
When he is gone,
gone to stay,
maybe enough tears would wash it away.
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