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LYRICS:
Blue
(N. Nicoll, 1998)
open this box
you called my empty life
peeling back promises
show my
bones black and
muscles blue
there is nothing left to prove
there is nothing left to prove
burning inside
you left my empty life
cold and cooling
words false and you untrue
bones black and
muscles blue
there is nothing left to prove
there is nothing left to prove
have the feelings stopped?
you know they never do
like the wound and(to) gun
I am drawn to you
have the feelings stopped?
you know they never do
words false and you untrue
bones black and muscle blue
Second
Time
(N. Nicoll, 1998)
you don't know
why you dream of yourself
in afterlives
you don't see
any point in this
your second time
I don't know
why you've lied to yourself
a second time
I don't see
how you'll believe in yourself
you paralyze
I don't know
what would become of us two
if I was close to you
I don't see
how I could live with myself
for wanting to be close to you
there are days
when I think of myself
needing you
all this time
have you been hiding yourself
in hollow words
if I knew
I could forget all of this
I would be close to you
our lives
would mean more and less
if I was close to you
Silence
(N. Nicoll, 1998)
where is the apology
I've been waiting for hours
we've already lost yesterday
something you said to me
put this hole in my heart
now we'll never have yesterday
no cure for this
life lived in ignorance
our loose thread has turned fuse
and we're burning tomorrow
our borrowed soul
has been burning for hours
and the things that I wish you'd say
soon they won't matter
our love won't bring us together
'cause our love won't be here forever
but if you talk to me right now
if you talk to me right now
our love won't bring us together
but this silence will last forever
if you don't talk to me right now
if you don't talk to me right now
Door
Inside a Door
(N. Nicoll, 1992)
tell me what it's like
to be the one so highly prized
let me introduce
a woman you couldn't satisfy
it's obvious you're very fragile
misleading me
with your words and corridors
and a tongue so agile
your love's a door inside a door
I don't understand you
your love's a door inside a door
I can't take that anymore
let me introduce
a woman you may have met
you made me look inside
I knew you well, so well and yet
had me on my back
hoping for a way to win
everything I did
led to you saying 'try again'
Monologue
(N. Nicoll, 1998)
Your hands touch
but they don't count
and you lips kiss
it only makes it worse
and I miss you
even when your next to me
and your hands touch
but they don't count, they don't count
we walk though this life
we move through this dream
maybe I should tell you the truth
but if your happier with the lie, why should I
tell you the truth
when the feelings are just as true, even when I lie to you
we walk through this life
we move though this dream
and the hours are sometimes longer
than the seconds seem
I'm just starting to see you
maybe I used to know you
but our lives are different now, you are something more to me now
I'm just starting to see you
Waste
(N. Nicoll, 1998)
don't try to remind me
why should we waste our time
the light from our sunset will
burn my eyes
and I'll lay awake sleepless
and wish I could dream about
something besides you
now I'm in mourning(morning)
I wipe the sleepless from my eyes
where is tomorrow
I think that times a lie
and I want to destroy it
break the face of my clock
still I'll never get the sun to stop
no need to remind
I've wasted today and I'm
watching the sunset
to see if the light really dies
Particles
Meeting
(N. Nicoll, 1997)
I made excuse for fractions of you
a permanent lapse, an endless abuse
gaze like a soul searching for something
falling like faces, gathering scares
smother the thought, now I'm drowning the image
but one dream of sleep and I live in your
falling like faces, gathering scares
maybe its nothing, atoms in motion
particles meeting, measured by time
maybe its nothing, cells and emotion
bodies combing, then coming apart
maybe its nothing, atoms in motion
particles meeting, then coming apart
maybe we're nothing, cells and emotion
bodies combining, then coming apart
Close
(N. Nicoll, 1998)
too much life
spent leaving you
and I don't understand the attraction
even if I hold you close
even if I hold you closer
my blood
red and diluted
with thoughts of you
I find in a glass
it doesn't bring me closer
it doesn't bring me close
I am finally near you
we make promises
we talk of today, and the next day
and even though we're close
it still means nothing at all
even if I hold you closer
I still have nothing at all
even when I hold you closer
nothing at all
even when I hold you closer
it still means nothing at all
even if I hold you close
Waiting
(N. Nicoll, 1998)
you live half the day
in shadow, in shame
our love lives where our friendship died
in shadow, in pain
if today was a dream
we'd be together now
I would be holding you
instead of wanting
we'd stand without shame
your body and mine
we'd be together now
we'd be together now
time has cursed us again
in shadow its plain
Dreaming
City
(N. Nicoll, 1998)
you are leaning against the wall
the wind blows in both directions
I watch you blink
with the window in my eyes
and if we do not meet and our memories thin
and if you never think of me again
I know we were in love
your skin is moving beneath your cloths
your thoughts are crawling around my mind
we live in the dreaming city
we'll fall to it's pavement
and if we do not meet an our memories thin
and if you never think of me again
I know we were in love
we were in love
and if we do not meet and our memories thin
and if you never think of me again
I know you don't need me
but you used to bleed me
in the veins in your arms around my day
in the dreams we lost or thew away
I know
Constellation
(N. Nicoll, 1997)
your words
unwind my blood red heart
till the bleeding the beating
the motion begins
fixed on the seconds
that keep us apart
the breathing stops
when the dreaming starts
our lives are broken
up into pieces
we try to count them
swallow them whole
our constellation
'the lovers apart'
sleeping though days
our lies together, our lives apart
our lives are broken
up into pieces
we try to count them
swallow them whole
we choke on the afterthought
we die when the dreaming stops
All songs were recorded during the Spring and Summer of 1998 at
Wishduck Studio. All words and music N. Nicoll.
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