Archive for June, 2006

You’re My Everything

Friday, June 23rd, 2006

You’re my everything
The sun that shines above you
Makes the blue birds sing
The stars that twinkle way
Up in the sky
Oh tell me I’m in love

When I kiss your lips
I feel the rolling thunder
To my fingertips
And all the while my head
Is in a spin
Deep within I’m in love
You’re my everything
And nothing really matters
But the love you bring
You’re my everything
To see you in the morning
With those big brown eyes
You’re my everything
Forever and a day
I need you close to me
You’re my everything
You never have to worry
Never fear for I am near
You’re my everything
I live upon the land
And see the sky you’re above
I swim within her ocean
Sweet and warm
There’s no storm my love
You’re my everything
And nothing really matters
But the love you bring
You’re my everything
To see you in the morning
With those big brown eyes
You’re my everything
Forever and a day
I need you close to me
You’re my everything
You never have to worry
Never fear for I am near
When I hold you tight
There’s nothing that can
Harm you in the lonely night
I’ll come to you and
Keep you safe and warm
Ah it’s so strong my love
When I kiss your lips
I feel the rolling thunder
To my fingertips
And all the while my head
Is in a spin
Deep within, how I’m in love

Not Ready To Make Nice..

Friday, June 2nd, 2006

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget: I’m not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I’m still waiting.

I’m through with doubt:
There’s nothing left for me to figure out.
I’ve paid a price,
An’ I’ll keep paying.

I’m not ready to make nice;
I’m not ready to back down.
I’m still mad as hell,
An’ I don’t have time,
To go round and round and round.
It’s too late to make it right;
I prob’ly wouldn’t if I could.
‘Cause I’m mad as hell:
Can’t bring myself,
To do what it is you think I should.

I know you said:
"Can’t you just get over it?"
It turned my whole world around,
And I kind of like it.

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets, and I don’t mind sayin’:
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her,
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world can the words that I said,
Send somebody so over the edge,
That they’d write me a letter sayin’ that I better,
Shut up an’ sing or my life will be over..

~not ready to make nice~ Dixie Chicks, Album: Taking The Long Way