Monday, March 06, 2006

Fall to Pieces

Sometimes you can be driving down the road with your music blasting and not a care in the world. The songs fit so right that you smile at the traffic ahead because it means additional time you can spend singing along (or in my case screeching). But every so often there is that ever so rare moment that a song snaps you back into reality and speaks to parts of your body you didn't even know had feeling.

This morning, I had one of those.

I won't name names and I know this is going to raise eyebrows. But if Alanis doesn't need to tell us who ought to know and Carly won't tell us who's so vain, why should I have to share all of my secrets? This song just struck me this morning in a way I never could've anticipated and I wanted it out there in the universe- acknowledged and processed. With a lump in my throat, I sang every word this morning as if I had never heard a single lyric before...


I looked away
then I looked back at you,
You tried to say
the things that you can't undo,
If I had my way
I'd never get over you,
Today's the day
I pray that we make it through.

Make it through the fall,
Make it through it all.

And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare at you.
I don't wanna talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you.
I don't wanna talk about it
'cause I'm in love with you.

You're the only one
I'd be with til the end.
When I come undone
you bring me back again.

Back under the stars,
Back into your arms.

And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare at you.
I don't wanna talk about it
And i don't want a conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you.
I don't wanna talk about it
'cause I'm in love with you.

Wanna know who you are,
Wanna know where to start,
I wanna know what this means.

Wanna know how you feel,
Wanna know what is real.
I wanna know everything... Everything.

I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare at you.
I don't wanna talk about it
And i don't want a conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you.
I don't wanna talk about it.

And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare at you.
I don't wanna talk about it.

And I don't want a conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you.
And I don't wanna talk about it
'cause I'm in love with you... I'm in love with you, 'cause I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you... I'm in love with you.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

To love music is to be vulnerable to its catharsis. Kudos to you for affording your emotions their expression.

Poz Mikey said...

I agree with Meg, reading your Header I was expecting you were listening to Patsy Cline.

Anonymous said...

I remember when I first heard that song. It was on a warm summer night in my favorite place in the world. Coincidentally enough, I was with my favorite person in the world...