Torn
I thought I saw a man brought to life
he was warm he came around like he was dignified
he showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
you don't seem to know - or seem to care what your heart is for
I don't know him anymore
there's nothing where he used to lie
my conversation has run dry
that's what's goin' on
nothing's fine
I'm torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
lying naked on the floor
illusion never changed
into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
you're a little late
I'm already torn
So I guess the fortune teller's right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
but you crawled beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
there's just so many things
that I can't touch
I'm torn
there's nothing where he used to lie
my inspiration has run dry
that's what's goin' on
nothing's right I'm torn...
- Natalie Imbruglia
m_o_o_nspells spelled it out at 10/10/2006 09:27:00 AM
5 Comments:
I perceive the long weekend was a very long weekend indeed where you're concerned. I thought I'd check in see if you'd posted anything, not expecting to see anything new. I know this song well. The startling thing for me is I've always felt it to be a song of personal liberation. That hardly obliges you, but that's the ringing in my ears. :(
I must be having a psychic moment...I *just* emailed you back from Sunday!
We'll see. Liberation may be the end result here whether I want it or not...time will tell.
And as always, thanks for thinking of me...it really does help.
Liberation, psychic moments, whatever, I'm still sending you happy, warm, fuzzy thoughts. :)
HUGS and stuff...
Oh, yeah? Well, I'm sending troops to liberate her and all her oil. So there! :)
This is sad. Great but sad.
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