Lumineers Before After

Feelings

on air: " Another Lonely Day" Ben Harper

A song unknown.
I wonder if you've never heard you.
She suggested it to me, was to be my song yesterday. But here I am, to hear tonight. Another day of loneliness.
I in my room, trying to put a little 'to place the pieces scattered on the floor. New fabrics and old piles of dust. A letter from green new pages, full of rage.
Remember, the letter green?
What happened to all that? You told me thanks for what I gave you, and still had nothing.
Now, only a fleeting glance and a smile.
And what are those red eyes, wet? It 's the chlorine of the pool or are ready to tear falls down?
What happened to those pages of recycled paper wet with tears? And that song yesterday, I decided I also remember other things. Not just a summer night and a rebirth.
time sewing the tears, dry the tears, the smiles fade and turns the past into a shapeless mass homogenous. I wonder how I will remember at this time.
People we miss from under his arm and go away and maybe not even realize it. Other
hard to wiggle out of our grasp and we are making it fall. Other
the meet and we hand for a short time, leave, come back. It does not matter. The important thing is that at that moment the plug is secure.
And me?
What happens to me, when everything around them changes? Perhaps nothing. Was raised. Perhaps improve. We become stronger, less credulous, more robust, less sensitive.

Would not Have Worked it out Any way
and now it's just another lonely day Further along we just
May
But for now it's just another lonely day

There is something strange in your eyes , in your words, I can not understand. Is there anything that does not come back. I'm not there anymore.
Maybe I'm not even here. Who knows
where I am actually. Perhaps in the eyes of those who are watching me, perhaps in the words I write, perhaps in the pain that I bring, perhaps in the notes I hear.
I miss a piece to make ends meet, and not here. An indeterminate variable (very variable). Tears and smiles
arbitrarily granted. Retrieve and concessions, retaliation and flight.
What's wrong? What has happened to me that with a capital letter? What happened to the P, of that September afternoon, the sea? What happens to those pages left blank? There will be some extra letter in there, now? I wonder if there anymore.
exist if I were to guard them.
sometimes wondered about transgression, the flight, the newness, the extreme laughter, the dark tunnels. But what is important in life? I'm important? You? The sky? Notes? The colors? The smiles (my or the other?)?
From pain comes change, and here I am.
From happiness apparent stasis. Serenity yet.
What I want from this?
I seem to always be at the same point, around in circles, I walk away, change direction. But here, again I come back here. Who knows if I'll ever abandon these lands.
Maybe not. Perhaps there has never managed anyone. Or maybe I'm different from others, perhaps all they can. Maybe I do not want. Maybe I can not. Maybe I should not.
Maybe I should make me do this. A feeling alive in me that makes me feel alive. It matters little what's around. Matter what's inside, perhaps because, after all, the reality is mine. And my feelings are beautiful. I reduced to shreds, I remember the smile gave me tears, or make me smile with hope, does not matter. To live is to experience all this. Eat what we feel.
And this feeling that now lives in me is beautiful in itself.
Never mind that you will never know that it existed. No matter if the throw to the ground. It matters little if you do not understand. It matters little if we deny him.
What matters is that I'm living, hours. And while I like that. Mando
a thought, and who knows if it will come. Who knows what will happen to him during the trip.
I am here, here. There. Here's what they are. I am what I have inside. I'm here. I am what I feel.
There is no reason not to try it.

Further along we just May
But for now it's just another lonely day.