History’s Door

Two hearts burning
On a hillside turning
Round the blazing sun
Fever burning
In her head that’s turning
Round the things she’s done
“Free your heart
That is the hardest part”,
He says, “Your heart won’t lie.”

Find your hope forget your home
Heed that feeling in your bones
For your heart knows you’ll never win
Until you’re free from him

Don’t look back
There is no use in wondering
Just how or why
If you leave now
You might just make it home
Before the morning light
Tired and poor
You kneel at history’s door
Tonight

~ Husky: History’s Door ~ 

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Special Ones

Isn’t it funny how you never really screamed at my face
But your anger so unspoken and unchannelled permeated my essence
To the point where I don’t want to see you hear you, be anywhere near you
You probably think I’m threatened by you but your illusionary power doesn’t threaten me
Actually I think it’s kind of funny that you create an illusion that is a mirror
I don’t appreciate you and I know that surprises you
I suppose you see that those who follow their heart always win
Those with integrity have won the match before it’s begun

So rather than being kicked around, I’m goin’ to kick you to the curb
So rather than being pushed around, I’m going to push you away first
So rather than trying to protect you, I’m going to cover my bases first
So rather than trying to open my heart, I’m going to lock it with a key
So that only the special ones can ever get through to me

Some can see beyond the barrier of threshold
Whereas others can’t see beyond their sculptured mould
You offer me nothing, you could offer me nothing that I need
Do you think I’m asking too much?
A kind of respect and trust that shouldn’t even be questioned
How can I open my heart with dishonesty sitting next to me?
I’ve honoured your honour to the point of embarrassment
But innocence in the hands of the guilt-free is kicked to, is kicked to the curb
I was ashamed of my innocence, I was ashamed of my innocence
But now with clarity I see that your bullshit is just not worthy of me

I don’t want to be angry
This is not worthy of me and now clarity I see that I can walk away, I can walk away

~ george: Special Ones ~ 

Hiding

I think you hide
When all the world’s asleep and tired
You cry a little, so do I, so do I
I think you hide
And you don’t have to tell me why
You cry a little, so do I, so do I

Tell me I will be released
Not sure I can deal with this
Up all night again this week
Breaking things that I should keep

I know that you’re hiding
I know there’s a part of you that I just cannot reach
You don’t have to let me in
Just know that I’m still here
I’m ready for you whenever, whenever you need
Whenever you want to begin

I know you’ve tried
But something stops you every time
You cry a little, so do I, so do I
And it’s your pride
That’s keeping us still so far apart
But if you give a little, so will I, so will I

Tell me I will be released
Not sure I can deal with this
Up all night again this week
Breaking things that I should keep

I know that you’re hiding
I know there’s a part of you that I just cannot reach
You don’t have to let me in
Just know that I’m still here
I’m ready for you whenever, whenever you need
Whenever you want to begin

I know I seem shaky
These hands not fit for holding
But if you let me, oh
I will see you right

Tell me I will be released
Not sure I can deal with this
Up all night again this week
Breaking things that I should keep

I know that you’re hiding
I know there’s a part of you that I just cannot reach
You don’t have to let me in

I’m still here

~ Florence + The Machine: Hiding ~