If most of the music posted on this blog could be called Pop Music for Grown-ups (Great American Songbook), then this would be a good example of pop music for teen girls who starve and cut themselves. Almost all of the lyrics are unintelligible; even in print, they are senseless. Still a good song, though. |
I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take the breath that's true
I look to you when I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
I want to take the breath that's true
I look to you when I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life, you go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew
Songwriters
HOPE SANDOVAL, DAVID ROBACK
HOPE SANDOVAL, DAVID ROBACK
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