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playing with fire

listen to the mp3
i know, i know i’m playing with fire
it’s a dangerous game to chase desire
and i’m so far away from that pot of gold
i’m already too old

but every night the dreams return
like the flame that always burn
i can’t spend my life just standing by
afraid of trusting an obvious lie

maybe i can make it
i won’t know until i try
this is my chance i’ll take it
and i won’t trust my eyes

maybe i can make it

from here i don’t know which way to go
but if i stop i’ll never know
the closer i get, the clearer the way
i won’t stop in the shade

i must walk this path alone
i cannot get there on my own
i need some hope to hold on to
so i make my way to you

Add comment May 4th, 2003

why does he love

listen to the mp3

she stands on the corner shouting his name
he used to run his fingers through her hair
she’s made her choice to be a whore
and he tells himself not to care

’cause if he turns to face her calling
it won’t matter how sincere
he knows that eventually
she’ll end up right back here

so why does he lay down his heart to break?
why does he love for lovings sake?
he made a promise and every day he makes it true
maybe one day, maybe she’ll love him too

he adores the memories
the first laugh, the innocent kiss
he knows that sometimes
she forgets that he exists

she still says that she needs him
shows up drunk at his front door
he knows she’s only lonely
like a thousand times before

Add comment March 8th, 2003

Jesus

listen to the mp3

Jesus, a name a rarely use
this is that cliche beg for Your hand
i read Your touch brings healing
i don’t really understand

if Your hands, then part of the body
aren’t we all your flesh and bone?
send someone to hold me
i cannot mend if alone

my days hold no assurance
my heart no hope to burn
like fuel to reach my goal
Jesus, i don’t know where to turn

in faith that is not free of doubt
i ask for Your peace, for a friend
i’ll wait here trapped by fear
for the rescue You will send

Add comment March 3rd, 2003

lonely

listen to the mp3
sure you can beat me, you’re bigger and stronger
sure you can find me, i hide – you wait longer
and will quick bolts from ominous skies
you can send me to pay for each one of my lies

sure you can show yourself in this place
in order i’d have to fall dead on my face
you can be the king, make me behave
with one word you can make me your slave

but are you lonely
without me?

sure i can scream at empty blue skies
beg for a sign with tears in my eyes
like a child not getting his way
i can try to hurt you with the words i say

i can laugh at what i’ve done
wasted all night waiting for the sun
but could i learn to live with the feeling
like i’m broken with no hope of healing

Add comment February 2nd, 2003

proof


listen to the mp3

i’m out for proof that you still care
i’d settle for knowing that you’re there
i wish you’d send a sign
i don’t want to doubt you

so i guess my faith is so weak
i must beg you to speak
all you offer me are words
i’ve never really heard you

if you’re everything they say you are
you know the secrets of my heart
the things i mean but cannot say
thank God you never run away

am i too smart to believe
you’re a possibility?
are my eyes so blind to see
what you’ve done for me?

if you made me i’d obey
i would be a fearful slave
but i’d never choose to
love you

Add comment January 4th, 2003

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