Artist: Thursday Album: A City By The Light Divided (2006) Title: The Lovesong Writer
Lyrics The Lovesong WriterSitting alone in the dark of the stadium He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into church bells, that fill up the alleys where lovers entwine in the heat of the night And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences We will pretend that its all just made up..
The songs that he writes Are too personal He cant play them for anyone
When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings "Ooooh-Ooooh, can anyone hear me now?" but no one hears him now So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences Lost letters call to him deep in the alphabet, "Please give us meaning"
(and the lovesong writer replies): "Pose for me now, You're the broken heart You're the cry in the back of the throat--and on the other side, you're the queen of spades, you're the sound that she makes on her way.."
Theres always a way out Theres always a way out
the lovesong writer sings all alone when he hears the sound of the knock at the door
(and he stands to answer it, the lights flicker the door opens on..)
50 red roses, falling apart In the hands of someone that you scripted and left behind All of the others scorned by thier lovers showed up at your door, staring you down, they said:
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now theres no way out. |