He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my gut, he floods me with dread. Soaked in soul he swims in my eyes by the bed. Pour myself over him, moon spilling in. And I wake up alone...
This song sounds like it was released sometime in the early sixties. it's like a teenage Picasso doing an exact copy of a Renaissance painting just to figure out how it was done. People going to a recording studio for the first time they use whatever equipment is there. whatever they can afford at the time. what's so amazing about this song is she was able to recreate the sound of every single instrument using modern technology and equipment. it's like she had a Clear Vision what she wanted the song to sound like and it was not like today's pop music
This woman won 5 Grammys in one night! Her music can do nothing but prove she was a true legend. I miss her everytime I listen to one of her masterpieces!
It's okay in the day I'm staying busy
Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up clean the house
At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets
This face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
If I was my heart
I'd rather be restless
The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless
This ache in my chest
As my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now
My blood running cold
I stand before him
It's all I can do to assure him
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
Drowning in me we bathe under blue light
His face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
It's beautiful, transparent lyrics and that amazing, inimitable, unforgettable and haunting voice that make Amy so hard to release to the hereafter. I still don't want to believe she's gone... There is a hole in the world that only her spirit could fill and her flame filled it for far too short a time; it flickered and then it was gone... Rest in peace, sweet Amy! I miss you!
This is what heartbreak/depression does to you, it leads to taking drugs just to cope with every day of living, which then leads to abusing them, which ultimately leads to death. RIP Amy Winehouse and everyone else who lost the battle with life to drugs!