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I don’t know how to love you, darling.
I don’t know how to love you, darling.
Writing prose, but lord knows
That I don’t know how to love you, darling.
Please tell me what you’re needing,
That I’m not giving,
I am pleading.
The shapes that we take are far too formless,
It’s alarming.
It’s like I don’t know you at all.
Clearly.
I don’t know how to love you, darling.
I don’t know how to love you, darling.
Writing prose, but lord knows
That I don’t know how to love you, darling.
Can I just pretend it’s all o.k.?
That I knew the right words,
And the best ways to say them.
That I wasn’t so hopeless,
A head stuck in psychosis.
In a fragile state of apathy,
Not forcing your hand in leaving me.
Obviously.
I don’t know how to love you, darling.
I don’t know how to love you, darling.
Writing prose, but lord knows
That I don’t know how to love you.
I don’t know how to love you, darling.
I don’t know how to love you, darling.
Writing prose, but lord knows
That I don’t know how to love you.
I don’t know how to love you, darling.
© 2015 Emily Donohue
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The Things That I'd Done
03:09
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The birds on a wire are watching me,
As I stumble away from the crime and its scene.
Into open arms,
We embrace a new symmetry.
Breathless, you whisper,
You've always needed me to feel complete.
So bathe me in fire,
Make me clean.
My heart falters still,
As I fall to my knees.
You were the killer of hearts that I'd seen,
You throw to the wind all the love you'd received.
All the love you'd received.
I drove to the preacher, and he told me:
No form of penance would ever absolve me.
I was not forgiven for all the things that I'd done.
Breathless, you whisper,
You love me, you'd be the only one who ever could.
So bathe me in fire,
Make me clean.
My heart falters still,
As I fall to my knees.
You were the killer of hearts that I'd seen,
You throw to the wind all the love you'd received.
So make me a killer, the best that you've seen.
I wanted the heart that you'd taken from me,
I tried to breathe deep, but the fire filled my lungs,
And I couldn't forget all the things that I'd done.
All the things that I'd done.
All the things that I'd done.
All the things that I'd done.
© 2015 Emily Donohue
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In Translation
04:02
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Speak up,
I can't hear you.
Your words are lost,
In translation.
The coffee is hot,
And I can't sleep at all.
My dreams are lost,
In translation.
Turn the lights down low,
Come to bed, time slows.
[Whistle Break]
I'm reading all these signs.
But I can't read your mind.
Tell me if I'm close,
Or if I'm just lost.
In translation.
In translation.
(Whoa)
We are lost, we are lost
But we will be ok.
We are lost, we are lost,
But we will find a way.
We are lost, we are lost,
But we will be ok.
Speak up,
I can't hear you.
© 2015 Emily Donohue
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My mouth is a razorblade,
And the words I say,
They cut and they maim.
And as soon as I say the words I shouldn’t say,
I push the knife,
And I turn and twist again.
That’s why love is a four-letter word
That I won’t say.
‘Cause it feels so good,
But it will leave eventually.
And it hurts when it goes,
But you know it could not stay.
Yeah, it will hurt when you go,
But I’ll love you anyway.
Your heart,
It bleeds with every passing beat.
But you’re too sweet,
To throw my violence back at me.
And this love is a battle
For what’s left of my heart
I guess I should have told you from the start
That love is a four-letter word
That I won’t say.
‘Cause it feels so damn good,
But it will leave eventually.
And it hurts when it goes,
But you know it could not stay.
Yeah, it will hurt when you go
But I’ll love you anyway.
It’ll hurt when you go,
But I’ll love you anyway.
© 2015 Emily Donohue
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You don’t love me,
You’re just lonely.
Saying words doesn’t make it true.
If I could choose who I love,
I would have chosen you.
And how I wish I could make my heart feel,
But wishing doesn’t make it real.
And I never lied,
I told you from the start:
I’m just gonna break your heart.
I keep no secrets,
About my feeling.
You keep wishing that would change.
And I don’t mean to
Hurt and mistreat you.
But I guess you like the pain.
And I never lied,
I told you from the start:
I’m just gonna break your heart.
I, I’m just gonna break your heart.
© 2015 Emily Donohue
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Emily Donohue Seattle, Washington
Musician and Dog Enthusiast from Seattle, WA.
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