Album Name : Rebellious of the Sunrise
Release Date : 2009-05-19
Song Duration : 3:33
Souls In Chains Calm And Drowning
[Esoteical]
It's summer time and i got nothing on my mind, but to
kickback and just relax, cause it's summer time, so i
jump on my deck and just ride, cause it's summer time
Right now my throat’s burnin from screamin so long, so
I pick up my guitar and try to write a song. Zone out
and listen to violins play along to this indie flick
that I’m barely watching. Now I’m countin clouds as the
rains comin down but I’m still walkin out as far as I
can go cause this is just one of those times, when
where I’m headin really doesn’t matter to me. My mind
is keeping hopes high, as I build castles in the
skyline, droppin dreams made of concrete inhibitions,
and my ambitions as a writer and a musician can only
rival the odds against making it. So I step outside and
let clouds creep from my mouth and drown in the night.
Feeling lonely with a smile on my face.
So I’m coasting, coasting, coasting , with nothing on
my mind, I’m just a simple guy, and if the world was
my way, every other day would be a holiday
The other day I watched a man go blind. Starin straight
into the sun. I asked if he was okay, and his reply
was, “Man, I’m just havin some fun.” and he smelled a
little drunk but still asked me for a buck. All I could
do was laugh. I walked on and told him, “Your problems
aren’t my problems!” But really I just didn’t have any
cash. After that I thought I’d cut through a park, sat
on a bench and listened to some dogs bark at the sound
of an ice cream truck crash into a cop car. I got up
laughin my ass off, and completely forgot about the
rest of the world, for the rest of my day.
So I’m coasting, coasting, coasting , with nothing on
my mind, I’m just a simple guy, and if the world was
my way, every other day would be a holiday
Smooth words and a bright eyed beauty hold my night
together. I’m wonderin whether every cliché line really
does get her. And if every great mind had a woman by
his side, would theories still collide, would wandering
eyes still philosophize? Why is every classic romantic?
Why is it that every time my girl puts a kiss upon my
lips it cancels rational thoughts out and replaces them
with animalistic desire, and I swear next to this fire
is the only place I need to be, with my beautiful girl
next to me.
So I’m coasting, coasting, coasting, with nothing on my
mind, I’m just a simple guy, and if the world was my
way, every other day would be a holiday
Her finger tips grace my chest with eyes closed, her
lips press against my neck, tonight baby, tonight, one
hand softly holds her face as the other wraps tight
around her waist, slow down baby, slow down, I’m tryin
to resist, now she’s pulled me close, with eyes closed
our lips press into a kiss, close the door baby, this
is it.