emersa_guitar
November 23rd, 2008, 06:06 AM
Here's a new song that I wrote today...
A nude day
A day is a day, like a shiny tray
Of freshly served tea…
Smelling the same, this morning game
Of silver lined misery…
But still remember, some sweet and tender
And fond little memory…
When the nude day comes, and the heaven goes numb
Do we still read history…?
[Chorus]
On that day, I’ll ask this question
To the silence inside of me…
But who knows how, and who know why
A nude day’s gonna be
It’s been forever, since you’ve been a defender
Of random originality
Smelling the same, in this evening game
Of crude sexuality
But don’t you try, and don’t you cry
To face your reality
When your nude day cries, your own reprise
Do you still love vanity…?
[Chorus repeats]
A nude day
A day is a day, like a shiny tray
Of freshly served tea…
Smelling the same, this morning game
Of silver lined misery…
But still remember, some sweet and tender
And fond little memory…
When the nude day comes, and the heaven goes numb
Do we still read history…?
[Chorus]
On that day, I’ll ask this question
To the silence inside of me…
But who knows how, and who know why
A nude day’s gonna be
It’s been forever, since you’ve been a defender
Of random originality
Smelling the same, in this evening game
Of crude sexuality
But don’t you try, and don’t you cry
To face your reality
When your nude day cries, your own reprise
Do you still love vanity…?
[Chorus repeats]