Saw Something by Dave Gahan

After the storm
Had passed
I wondered how long
The break in the clouds would last I saw something in your eyes
I'm sure
(Oh baby) I saw it
Something in your eyes
I wanted it for myself

I sit and I wait
And I stare
Still wishing for a divine intervention
To lift me from my chair

I saw something in your eyes
I'm sure
(Oh baby) I saw it
Something in your eyes

You and I have come so far
We've reached beyond the farthest star
Time and time and time again
I want you back
You were a friend
We can't pretend

I saw something in your eyes
I'm sure
(Oh baby) I saw it
Something in your eyes
I wanted it for myself

"October" by Broken Bells

"October" by Broken Bells

So you showed me around your town
To hell again and back
Our love sucks
Already made all the friends hand off

I know it might seem odd
Because your not the only one
I remember my self as a lonely child
So I was
And you've got me wrong
You've got me wrong

(Ground your sense of worth
Cos the spark of morning burns
And all of your searching eyes
Could scold your tender mind)

Remember what they say
Their's no shortcut to a dream
It's all blood and sweat
And life is what you manage in between

But what you don't know
Is you're too young and eager to love
Seething eyes
So you're about to get into
The ditch that you opened up

(Ground your sense of worth
Cos the spark of morning burns
And all of your searching eyes
Could scold your tender mind)

Sister's allay
and leave you behind
You want it sewn
I cut the light
of a lot of mood

Sister you know enough
But for now just let it go
Don't run, don't rush
Just flow

Through the give and take you had to learn
How to cross the coals and not get burned
But you're really just a little girl
Playing in the park until the sun goes down

Sometime you want to rise
One did it's our desire
No doubt you think you braided your own hair
So you're all grown up

Should you want to cross the line
Which way do you want to fly?
Pretend that love could help you find your way
But you got me wrong
But you got me wrong

“In some ways, you are who you are because other people observe you; but in some ways, you are who you are in spite of other people’s observations of you.”

—	John Green

Animal Backwards by Minus The Bear

In the reflection, in the reflection
I don't know you that well but I like your energy

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
I wanna feel my skin in the snow

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
I wanna feel my skin in the snow

You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

My new love
Howling in the night outside, in the night outside

My new love
Howling in the night outside, in the moon light

My new love
Howling in the moon light, in the moonlight

I don't know you that well but I like your energy (The reflection)
I don't know you that well but I like your energy (The reflection)

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
She is a wolf looking through my window
I wanna feel my skin in the snow
She is a wolf looking through my window
You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
She is a wolf looking through my window
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone
She is a wolf looking through my window

Delirium

“I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places. You may think there’s something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of.
But I know the truth: I know from the nights of Coldness. I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It’s hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

every song just makes me think of you

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” 
C.S. Lewis