Harold Budd
Cedars of Lebanon
Yesterday I spent asleepWoke up in my clothes in a dirty heapSpent the night trying to make a deadlineSqueezing complicated lives into a simple headlineI have your face in an old PolaroidTidying the childrens clothes and toysYou smiling back at me I took the photo from the fridgeCan't remember what Emily didHaven't been with a woman, it feels like, for yearsThought of you the whole time, your salty tearsThis shitty world sometimes produces a roseThe scent of it lingers but then it just goesReturn the call to homeThe worst of us are a long drawn-out confessionThe best of us are geniuses of compressionYou say you're not gonna leave the truth aloneI'm here 'cause I don't wanna go homeChild drinking dirty water from a riverbankSoldier brings oranges he got out from a tankWaiting on the waiter, he's taking a while to comeWatching the sun go down on LebanonReturn the call to homeLetras de cancionesI got a head like a lit cigaretteUnholy clouds reflect in a minaretSo high above me, higher than everyoneWhere are you in the cedars of Lebanon?Choose your enemies carefully, 'cause they will define youMake them interesting 'cause in some ways they will mind youThey're not there in the beginning but when your story endsGonna last with you longer than your friends
From Letras Mania