Death Cab For Cutie
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I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here
And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
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Last week was rough.
I would say that it was akin to being on an emotional roller-coaster, but truth be told, there was very little "up", to go with the down. If I were to continue with the amusement park ride analogy, I guess it felt more like a "free-fall" ride, with little stops, before the "drops" along the way. Fun. (not). I don't like that "pit in your stomach" feeling. Never have, and I'm not about to start now.
At at one point last week I was thinking, that if I didn't have certain responsibilities (inescapable ones), I would seriously consider going/running away/disappearing for a little while. Leaving this life. Finding another one...one where my soul meets my body, and where the feel of the sun touching my body makes me happy, instead of inexplicably sad.
I don't want or need Utopia. Just someplace where it feels a little less oppressive.
But this is a new week...and with it, new opportunities for peace, happiness, fulfillment.
Or at least a girl can hope.
Image by Nathaniel Goldstock, May 2009
