Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Imprisoned Heart

IMPRISONED HEART - Written by Carroll Bryant


You know that I was just one of the living
There wasn't anything that could ever get to me 
And I have done my fair share of taking 
Giving was just a fantasy in somebody's dream

Sometimes I wish that I would have just died that night
Instead of ever having seen such a beautiful face
The night we met was the night that one of heavens angels cried
How could the perfect one be of such imperfect age?

And I could spend the rest of my life
Mourning the death of a love that could never be 
And I could barter in exchange for a sacrifice 
Just to kneel before the gods of a world in ecstasy 
And still I wouldn't get any relief 
My heart's in a prison and doomed to never be released
And still I would be lost at sea
My heart's in a prison dying for your love that I need

I could swear that you're the perfect creation 
You haven't done anything for me to not believe it
When I first saw you I knew I was in danger
And it was dangerous
And then everything was right in the universe again

Sometimes I wish that I would have just died that night
Instead of ever having seen such a beautiful face
The night we met was the night heavens angels did fight
Over the cruelty of displacement that was gods biggest injustice
Biggest mistake

And I could spend the rest of my life
Mourning the death of a love that could never be 
And I could charter a flight to paradise 
Drink margarita's with some bunnies on the beach 
And still I wouldn't get any relief 
My heart's in a prison and doomed to never be released
And still I would be lost at sea
My heart's in a prison dying for your love that I need

I could choose to be sad all the time
With my only joy being you on my mind
I guess I could be mad for the rest of my life
But it still wouldn't change a thing
And it still wouldn't make things right

You know that I was just one of the living
There wasn't anything that could ever get to me 
And I have done my fair share of taking 
Giving was just a fantasy in somebody's dream

Sometimes I wish that I would have just died that night
Instead of ever having seen such a beautiful face
The night we met was the night that one of heavens angels cried
How could the perfect one be of such imperfect age?

And I could spend the rest of my life
Mourning the death of a love that could never be 
And I would barter in exchange for a sacrifice 
Just to kneel before the gods of a world in ecstasy 
And still I wouldn't get any relief 
My heart's in a prison and doomed to never be released
And still I would be lost at sea
My heart's in a prison dying for your love that I need



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