I miss your smiles.
Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 2:43 am
Since my old topic got pruned (
), and I haven't been writing too much recently, I'll probably just end up posting new topics for everything new I write, unless I get hit by a mass of inspiration.
This one I've been working on for several months; it's one of the first songs that the music has come first...but there are some musically vacant sections because I haven't had my guitar to work the rest out. Some of the lyrics are eh to me, but I think it fits what I was going for.
I miss your smiles.
I miss your smiles
I miss your face
I miss those lines we used to say
I miss your voice
and the way we ran
to catch a color-coded van
I miss the shops
that called out my name
and the dusty clouds that still remain
Chorus:
And I can’t let you go
But I will let you go
I miss our streets
where we used to walk
In the weight of your laugh, I felt so small
I miss the smells
And the taste of the rain
Won’t you come back to get wet again?
Chorus:
And I can’t let you go
But I will let you go
Bridge:
The shade shrinks away, stand in the sun
Give me a page, I’ll write out a gun
To shoot the monster of change and regret, his son
There’s fiction to hang your head on
I miss the smells
And the taste of the rain
Won’t you come back to get wet again?

This one I've been working on for several months; it's one of the first songs that the music has come first...but there are some musically vacant sections because I haven't had my guitar to work the rest out. Some of the lyrics are eh to me, but I think it fits what I was going for.
I miss your smiles.
I miss your smiles
I miss your face
I miss those lines we used to say
I miss your voice
and the way we ran
to catch a color-coded van
I miss the shops
that called out my name
and the dusty clouds that still remain
Chorus:
And I can’t let you go
But I will let you go
I miss our streets
where we used to walk
In the weight of your laugh, I felt so small
I miss the smells
And the taste of the rain
Won’t you come back to get wet again?
Chorus:
And I can’t let you go
But I will let you go
Bridge:
The shade shrinks away, stand in the sun
Give me a page, I’ll write out a gun
To shoot the monster of change and regret, his son
There’s fiction to hang your head on
I miss the smells
And the taste of the rain
Won’t you come back to get wet again?