song to the siren

... I'm as puzzled as the newborn child I'm as troubled as the tide Should I stand amid the breakers Or should I lie with death my bride Hear me sing Swim to me Swim to me Let me unfold you Here I am Here I am Waiting to hold you

tim buckley, song to the siren

I'm confused

... I felt a chill creeping down my neck But darling, please, say we're not done yet Somebody's out there There's nothing to do My mind was set on you ...

handsome furs, I'm confused

easily

...Throw me to the wolves Because there's order in the pack Throw me to the sky Because I know I'm coming back...

red hot chili peppers, easily

lazarus online

...If we’re all just gonna fall like autumn leaves Into some nihilistic season Each one an ever falling reason An ever falling down cathedral Now I believe in what I believe in And you believe in what you believe in...

wolf parade, lazarus online

september (lyric)

.. everything we've ever said is dust in the synapses barely hanging by a thread the little pieces of my head ..

astral swans, september

don't swallow the cap

...I'm tired, I'm freezing, I'm dumb When it gets so late I forget everyone I need somewhere to stay Don't think anybody I know is awake Calm down, it's alright Keep my arms the rest of the night When they ask what do I see I see a bright white beautiful heaven hangin' over me

the national, don't swallow the cap

dark promises

Broken hearts beat harder On highways built along the water How many times do I gotta tell you It’s all in your mind Nothing is what it seems We’re just dust in the arclight beams Shining off the back of my eyelids While I lay here While I lay here trying to dream

matt mays, dark promises

by the time that I awoke

Was five years old the last time I slept A quiet night before the loudness crept

mark kozelek, by the time that I awoke

streets of philadelphia

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face ... I walked a thousand miles Just to slip this skin

bruce springsteen, streets of philadelphia