Words & Music by Denice Franke
© 1989 de nICE gIRL Music (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
is it just the words that come as a hard refrain?
something in the air that burns beneath the skin
like a fever
a sharpness in your eyes that cuts the night like a blade
leaves me bleeding
something in the touch of shadows upon your face
a swallowing down, things you will not say
a look away
a pretentious conversation that seems unfair
a smoke that chokes the room that will not clear
a dying fire
I cannot breathe this indifference
sweet bitterness you savor on your tongue
you justify the ones you gladly turn like a gun
I see you smiling
I hear you laughing
I'll rage the sneering tempest on your sea
you carry the things I love so far from me
but I'll return
to claim them
I feel a stillness
as you sink
Denice Franke - vocal, acoustic guitar.
Mike Sumler - organ, piano.
James Gilmer - drums, percussion
Eric Demmer - saxophone
Eric Taylor - bass
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