July 27, 2011

Sarah McLachlan – Wait

Posted in Lyrics, Music Video, Personal Post, Song Comment tagged , , at 9:51 am by LynxLee


When in times of grief, there’s always music we turn to. The sheer voice of emotion. Every love has a leave, yet love is forever. There’s always that bond that will never be felt by any other, only us; inside waiting.. and knowing you felt that way. I love this song to bits. Hope you feel something from this track too. You’ll always be remembered no matter what happens in life. We bid you love, wherever you may go.
-25/7/2011-

Sarah McLachlan - Wait

Wait

Under a blackened sky
far beyond the glaring streetlights
sleeping on empty dreams
the vultures lie in wait
You lay down beside me then
you were with me every waking hour
so close I could feel your breath

When all we wanted was the dream
to have and to hold that precious little thing
like every generation yields
the new born hope unjaded by their years

You know if I leave you now
it doesn’t mean that I love you any less
it’s just the state I’m in
I can’t be good to anyone else like this

Under a blackened sky
far beyond the glaring streetlights
sleeping on empty dreams
the vultures lie in wait
You lay down beside me then
you were with me every waking hour
so close I could feel your breath

When all we wanted was the dream
to have and to hold that precious little thing
like every generation yields
the new born hope unjaded by their years

Pressed up against the glass
I found myself wanting sympathy
but to be consumed again
oh I know would be the death of me
and there is a love that’s inherently given
a kind of blindness offered to appease
and in that light of forbidden joy
oh I know I won’t receive it

When all we wanted was the dream
to have and to hold that precious little thing
like every generation yields
the newborn hope unjaded by their years

You know if I leave you now
it doesn’t mean that I love you any less
it’s just the state I’m in
I can’t be good to anyone else like this

When all we wanted was the dream
to have and to hold that precious little thing
like every generation yields
the new born hope unjaded by their years…

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