Monday, August 15, 2016

Sounds Of The Night

SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT - Written by Carroll Bryant


The purity of your life coincides with the look in your 
Eyes
Once upon a time I was a sinner but now I am just like you
Alive
The honesty of your touch moves me so very much like a winner or at least that I 
Try
Now I am just like you and feeling better if not feeling all
Right

Standing in the middle of the room that's spinning, I can sense a cooler 
Breeze
Watching as my shadow takes it upon itself to get mad and then up and
Leave
I stare off into the direction of where I think I could be the one and
Feel
There's no absolution of lost love, and absolutely nothing is for sale or for
Real

There's only mysteries
There's only insecurities 
There's only the sounds of the night

The sincerity of your words are written where they can't be revealed or even
Heard
I am one who listens to the sounds of the night just like another mocking
Bird
I live without my religions and consolation comes as some sort of a
Surprise
My limits spark a contest where you can watch when closing hour soon
Arrives

There's only mysteries
There's only insecurities 
There's only the sounds of the night

This is what it all comes down to
Looking eye to eye
There's just me and you
What is there even left for us to do?
There's nothing left to prove
There's just me and baby, there's just you

The purity of your life coincides with the look in your 
Eyes
Once upon a time I was a sinner but now I am just like you
Alive
The honesty of your touch moves me so very much like a winner or at least that I 
Try
Now I am just like you and feeling better if not feeling all
Right

There's only mysteries
There's only insecurities 
There's only the sounds of the night

There's only mysteries
There's only insecurities 
There's only the sounds of the night












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