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Rise
03:25
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the red-orange trees
hold bones of leaves
and you walk so slowly
just to show me one more fall
before you fly this world
i have no words to decorate the silence
that i can't escape
when reason is no reason
anymore
i will rise
i will rise
i will rise
you hear my tear through the t.v. din
and you come to the kitchen
but you don't come in
i feel you like a blanket
like a light
i used to want to be one of a kind
but i missed that train
maybe just in time
to catch the days reflected in your eyes
i will rise
i will rise
i will rise
on the front porch
with the neighbors watching
i will open my arms
asking nothing
but to fill my shoes and walk
and walk
days like jewels connect the dots
between where we've been and
who we're not
and living
and forgiving
say no more
i will rise.........
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2. |
Sweetest Days
03:34
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we wake to the sound of garbage trucks
and the absence of ambivalence
you drag me into some pool of light
dancing on the cold pavement
and you love me so relentlessly
and i have no choice, and i fell so free
these are the sweetest days of all
next summer we will not recall them
driving in the blackness
you're asleep
and i am envying nobody
landmarks and signs disappear in the night
you dream of leaving trains
and you love me so relentlessly
and i have no choice, and i feel so free
these are the sweetest days of all
next summer we will not recall them
i see the day when this day
will become a beautiful, untraceable scar
you touch my hand, i hold your breath
i love you forever
wherever you are
and you love me so relentlessly
and i have no choice and i feel so free
these are the sweetest days of all
next summer we will not recall them
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3. |
Boxes
02:27
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in a little while i'll be home
without a doubt, i am without you now
every time we reach for the bread
history unfolds
when i'm away i know why
i am falling awake, and i try
come to my own defense
i see the broken glass as i pass
i reach for your innocence
into little boxes of time
we put our lives
hoping they'll stay contained within
in a little while i'll be free
half-way to sleep
half-way to dreaming again
if it isn't too late
i would like to feel the pain
i am falling awake, and i try
come to my own defense
i see the broken glass as i pass
i reach for your innocence
in a little box there's a heart
that shines, waiting
to take away what's done (is done)
in a little box there's a heart
that shines, waiting
for a new day to come
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4. |
My Home
03:09
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my home
i keep a vigil while you sleep
for every ten words that i say
there’s one that you keep hanging
on the tip of your tongue
i worry just as you forget
you clear you mind
i’m left behind
i drop the ball every night
then throw the windows open
at the first sign of daylight
this is how the story goes
the coffee’s on
it’s black and white
heaven only knows
but the bottom line is
you are my home
i cry to decide
you toss a coin into the air
it never lands
it only hangs there laughing
saying make sense of this one
this is how it goes
chasing you around
i’m lost and found
heaven only knows
but the bottom line is
you are my home
here we are digging out of the trenches
i saw my only falling star
the night we walked and fell so hard
i must have thrown away the map
i feel around for the familiar
your finger tips
on my lips
say just tonight -- don’t try
to make sense of this one
this is how it goes
the coffee’s on it’s black and white
we open and we close
it’s the mystery
the company
heaven only knows.....
but the bottom line is
you are my home
© 2007 Sally Dworsky / Chris Hickey
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6. |
As The Snow
03:07
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i say let go
but hold on tight
just not too tight --it will be
be alright
as we fly
i am talking to myself, as the snow
flies like shrapnel
i am blinded and i smile
at the sting
of everything coming back to me now
i-- i am an orphan
the natural order
casts a new light where i stand
king of the hill
feeling the chill
and i offer you my hand
for what it’s worth
the blessing, the curse
the things that i don’t understand
i give them to you
to hold onto
as you wave look back at me now
we go up to come down
aimless and free
i pull you close to let go
oooooweeee
i will not slow you down
i hold on tight
as you let go
i am waving as you fly
you’ll be alright, i’ll be alright
i am talking to myself
as the sun pushes through
casting colors and the time
flies with you
nothing i do will bring it
back to me now
we go up to come down.....
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7. |
River of Love
03:14
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there are those in dark corners
who don't see the paint without the light
there are many fine sculptors
not enough hand holders
someone in the family is missing from the photograph
but we smile in the moment we're framed
it looks like some of us have risen up
but the weight of it all is all too much
for the few who learn to swim
there are many who have not been touched
by the river of love
there is beauty around me i can see
but the sun has always shone for me
i've been loved since my conception
but the river of love has made exceptions
and if my song doesn't inspire me to move
then what is it but a lullaby to help me sleep
i am lonely for the lonely
some part of me thinks i should never smile
and if my song doesn't inspire me to move
then what is it but a product of my own tears
to make it a little easier for me to turn away
away into the ground in a box just big enough to hold me
waiting for a voice that's brave enough to scold me
it looks like some of us have risen up
but the weight of it all is all too much
for the few who learn to swim
there are many who have not been touched
by the river of love
and if my song doesn't inspire me to move
then what is it but a lullaby to help me sleep
i am lonely for the lonely
some part of me thinks i should never have fun
until the river of love reaches everyone
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8. |
The Picture
03:40
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9. |
Because I Told You So
03:38
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