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Song lyrics and other poetry.Song lyrics, words, and poetry by Kirk Wells.
Written By: Kirk Wells
I'm a sundial sitting on this floor
My shadow circles, begging me for more
Is this what time has become?
Outside whispers, a calling on the breeze
But inside shows me more tricks up his sleeve
Six more hours of this
A gentle reminder
as vision starts to blur
Fighting sleep now
My thoughts begin to slur
I'm a sundial
Written By: Kirk Wells
When she sees the blood, she comes rushing for the kill
There's nothing left to me when she's done
But I've had my share of poison
it's a wonder I can stand
So when the claws come out I open up my arms
There's no better fire to burn you
Than when you get your precious heart torn in two
This hollow melody echoes true
now, can't you see
There's no sweeter pain, more holy shame
to haunt your memory
When she smells fear, she can tell just where I am
All I see is red, but I'm as pale as a ghost
The world may not revolve around me
but it sure spins awful fast
There's blood in my eyes, she saves the worst for last
Written By: Kirk Wells
See those eyes,
they sparkle like a well at nighttime
when the moon is rising full and bright
Hear that laugh
like water rushing through a shallow bed
like music from an unexpected place
Beauty is what life's about but too often it just feels like
window shopping when you're down and out
You can say I must look up, you can say we're all in touch
You can be the friend who just means well
yeah, It's true I'm usually wrong but maybe just this once I could be right
I love wishing on those eyes,
and I love swimming in that laugh,
it's just the best way I can think to pass the time
It's beautiful to talk to you, but it's beautiful to just lay low
and listen to the day pass you by
and it's beautiful to watch you move,
even if I'm far removed
like music from an unexpected place
Written By: Kirk Wells
You told me where I could get
and how to get there
You said I am the dirt and I am the square
of a town full of people who worship the ground
and I'll wish I was gone, and I'll wish I was gone
When it all comes around, when it all comes around
It's truth if I live it
But it's lies if I throw it away
You count me among all the stars in the sky
you say there's no truth, except when you lie
how can you speak like it all comes to shit
when there's a light in your eye
like the one I left on in my house last night
It's lies if you just throw it all away
But this is your life, you say
this is the life
And it's all coming down on us
it's all coming down
well I wish I could have faith in nothing at all
or I wish I could have faith in God up above
I feel like I'm falling
and I feel like I'm rising
Written By: Kirk Wells
When she sees the blood, she comes rushing for the kill
There's nothing left to me when she's done
But I've had my share of poison
it's a wonder I can stand
So when the claws come out I open up my arms
There's no better fire to burn you
Than when you get your precious heart torn in two
This hollow melody echoes true
now, can't you see
There's no sweeter pain, more holy shame
to haunt your memory
When she smells fear, she can tell just where I am
All I see is red, but I'm as pale as a ghost
The world may not revolve around me
but it sure spins awful fast
There's blood in my eyes, she saves the worst for last
Written By: Kirk Wells
The wind blows a kiss of salt and mist
As the fisherman heads for the shore
From the first break of dawn 'till sun set its rays
he's pulled lines, now he's shaking and sore
The sea has been home for 70 years, and he loves it no less than the first
The love in his gaze as the hull skims the waves
Tells a story no man could ever write
And his broken voice stirs the evening air
as the seagulls beckon for more
"Bury me then, when I've drawn my last breath
By my true love,
on the shore"
The cliffs tower above as they plunge into the deep
and the fishermen heads for his home
The wind has brought its fury, like an unforgiving jury
The cold rains bite deep into the flesh
But he laughs and he sings, as if borne upon the wings,
of a seabird flying overhead
"if they offered me the sun and beaches of sand,
not even then would I forsake Newfoundland"
He returns to his home where's tired and alone
throws firewood into the stove
He looks at a picture of Mary, his love, and the lifetime of tales they wove
But he hears not her voice, no he hears not her voice
in the dawn anymore
it's been twenty years since they buried her on the shore
Written By: Kirk Wells
Oh Lord, such a fever has taken me
and I have fallen into madness and under need
While the words try so desperately
to draw someone near to me
Oh Lord, such a fever has taken me
My dear, you must wait a little more
I've a fever I never could ignore
I can see the light leaking under the door
and I will push until I can't push anymore
my dear, you must wait a little more
I was hoping for the comfort of a bed
but I woke up on the bathroom floor instead
I don't know what goes on inside my head
I was hoping you had a little light to shed
I was hoping for the comfort of a bed
Written By: Kirk Wells
[coming soon.]
Written By: Kirk Wells
We don't know what to say
We don't know what to write
Because poetry is dead under this sky tonight
Living with the window down
It sometimes can get cold
But it's the only way I know how to live
Words will fail and songs will fall
towards the ground
Like light from miles and miles and miles away
As if it were meant for us
We don't know how to act
We don't know what to sing
Because all the arts are dead under this sky tonight
I don't know what they said
I don't understand
Because lately we've been living in a foreign land
Words will fail and songs will fall
towards the ground
Like light from miles and miles and miles away
As if it were meant for us
As if it were meant for us
Written By: Kirk Wells
One more beer before I go to sleep
Maybe more, a drunk never dreams
there's a writing on the wall
I wrote it there last night
It says, "Why did I ever let you go?"
I know I had my reasons
but I can't recall them now
and the pictures that kept me smiling
are now filling me with doubt
By the time the sun has risen
I'm goddam tired of asking
"why did I ever let you go"
I know that I should try to leave these thoughts alone
But I just can't shake this cold and lonely feeling
Morning is calling but I won't answer her now
There are birds outside my window singing some sad old country song
I thought this time was different
I thought this time I'd follow through
But I know this time was different
that's why I didn't know what to do
and I know I had my reasons
but I can't recall them now
"why did I ever let you go?"
Written By: Kirk Wells
The wind blows a kiss of salt and mist
As the fisherman heads for the shore
From the first break of dawn 'till sun set its rays
he's pulled lines, now he's shaking and sore
The sea has been home for 70 years, and he loves it no less than the first
The love in his gaze as the hull skims the waves
Tells a story no man could ever write
And his broken voice stirs the evening air
as the seagulls beckon for more
"Bury me then, when I've drawn my last breath
By my true love,
on the shore"
The cliffs tower above as they plunge into the deep
and the fishermen heads for his home
The wind has brought its fury, like an unforgiving jury
The cold rains bite deep into the flesh
But he laughs and he sings, as if borne upon the wings,
of a seabird flying overhead
"if they offered me the sun and beaches of sand,
not even then would I forsake Newfoundland"
He returns to his home where's tired and alone
throws firewood into the stove
He looks at a picture of Mary, his love, and the lifetime of tales they wove
But he hears not her voice, no he hears not her voice
in the dawn anymore
it's been twenty years since they buried her on the shore
"my time here is done, I hope your days are as sweet as they are numerous"