Dag lieverd,
soms luister je honderd keer naar een liedje dat je fantastisch vindt, maar plots valt de tekst je op en lijkt die voor jou volledig te kloppen... Zoals dit hier van White Lies, die je papa en ik vorig jaar al twee keer live zagen. Veel uitleg moet er niet bij, maar niet dat ik zo 'angstig' ben, sommige passages zullen voor heel veel mensen erg herkenbaar zijn.
I love the feeling when we lift up,
Watching the world so small below.
I love the dreaming when I think of;
the safety in the clouds out my window.
I wonder what keeps us so high up.
Could there be a love beneath these wings?
If we suddenly fall should I scream out?
or keep very quiet and cling to my mouth as I’m crying,
so frightened of dying,
relax yes I’m trying
but fears got a hold on me.
Yes, this fears got a hold on me.
I love the quiet of the night time,
when the sun is drown in a deathly sea.
I can feel my heart beating as I speed from;
the sense of time catching up with me.
The sky set out like a pathway,
but who decides which road we take?
As people drift into a dream world,
I close my eyes as my hands shake, and when I see a new day,
who’s driving this anyway?
I picture my own grave
‘cause fears got a hold on me.
Yes this fears got a hold on me.
Floating neither up nor down, I wonder when I’ll hit the ground.
Will the earth beneath my body shake,
and cast your sleeping hearts awake?
Could it tremble stars from moonlit skies?
Could it drag a tear from your cold eyes?
I live on the right side I sleep on the left,
that’s why everything is got to be love or death.
Yes this fears got a hold on me.
Lieve kus,
mama
maandag 2 juli 2012
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