Story Behind the Song
A few passes with bass and keyboards then vox. The lyrics must be read when listening. Raw.
Lyrics
This is the coldest day of my life,
Those bestowed charge of the deepest deep within
marked by treachery shift lies masked now unrecognized.
So much pain words were best left unsaid for fear of loosing all, or better yet left unread stolen from the secret lovers.
He mocks your most intimate expressions for he has never tasted of the salt, and perhaps too, the tears were for another loss and not a gain and I was the fool for thinking a gift so special. A love so brilliant I am on my knees, so lustrious I surrender. What was relinquished was my soul, but it was forfeit for we were not on in the same. Again, I was the fool.
Now spellbound and the other caught in his philanthropic donation and yet blinded so by his self-importance that he cannot recognize his deceit. And she is now his with this awe of sapience. So gray is my heart now it crumbles as I try to save it. Each attempt to grasp leaves ashes in a mound.
Each minute amplified beyond what was feared possible. Staring at my fear, the coldest day of my life. The cruelest day of my life. Hurt me more?
His observations presented so profound are shallow to how I see you. To think to capture it in verse or clay is a mockery. Did you ever notice the abundance of etchings and lyric and craft for others, all trite. You cannot be analogous. I must struggle to say "you" so informally...
To you each, each other then I say, indirect and naive your wonderful future, so bright and true. The coldest day of my life. The floor swings open beneath with...
signed, I love you.
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