رسیدیم به آهنگی که بسیار بسیار خاص و عزیزه برام. قبلا با اینکه خیلی دلم میخواست بذارمش ولی هربار ذهنم مقاومت عجیبی دربرابر پست کردنش نشون می داد. این مقاومت برخاسته از نمونهی ناشناختهای از وسواس فکریست که موجب بروز نمونهی عجیبی از ترس میشود. ترس از اینکه نکنه بقیه اونقدری که من این اثر نفیس رو دوست دارم، دوستش نداشته باشن و براش ارزش قائل نشن?
انیوِیز امیدوارم خوشتون بیاد عزیزان?
I wished I was smarter
Wished I was stronger
I wished I loved Jesus
The way my wife does
I wished it'd been easier
Instead of any longer
I wished I could've stood
Where you would've been proud
That won't happen now
That won't happen now
There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard
Disappearing every day without so much as a word somehow
Think I broke the wings of that little songbird
She's never gonna fly to the top of the world now
To the top of the world
I don't have to answer
Any of these questions
Don't have no guide to
Teach me no lessons
I'd come home in the evening
Sit in my chair
One night they called me for supper
But I never got up
I stayed right there in my chair
There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard
Disappearing every day without so much as a word somehow
Think I broke the wings of that little songbird
She's never gonna fly to the top of the world now
To the top of the world
I wished I'd have known you
Wished I'd have shown you
All of the things I
Was on the inside
But I'd pretend to be sleeping
When you'd come in in the morning
To whisper goodbye
Go to work in the rain
I don't know why
Don't know why
'Cause everyone's singing, we just wanna be heard
Disappearing every day without so much as a word somehow
Gonna grab a hold of that little songbird
Take her for a ride to the top of the world right now
To the top of the world
Top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
Top of the world
Top of the world
Top of the world
To the top of the world