Song for B - Emily Rowed

You got a face not spoiled by beauty I have some scars from where I've been You've got eyes that can see right through me You're not afraid of anything they've seen I was told that I would feel nothing the first time I don't know how these cuts heal But in you I found a rhyme If there is a light You can't always see And there is a world We can't always be If there is a dark Now we shouldn't doubt And there is a light Don't let it go out And this is a song A song for someone This is a song A song for someone You let me into a conversation A conversation only we could make You break and enter my imagination Whatever's in there It's yours to take I was told I'd feel nothing the first time You were slow to heal But this could be the night If there is a light You can't always see And there is a world We can't always be If there is a dark Within and without And there is a light Don't let it go out And this is a song A song for someone This is a song This is a song for someone Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm a long way From your hill of Calvary And I'm a long way From where I was, where I need to be If there is a light You can't always see And there is a world We can't always be If there is a kiss I stole from your mouth And there is a light Don't let it go out

I wake up a little drunk Check my phone, I'm all alone Ten missed calls, a couple texts None of them are who I'm looking for Who I'm looking for, yeah This is a song for no one This is a song for no one Get on a plane Fly to the most beautiful place you've ever been Close my eyes, things are better in my dreams 'Cause I'm with someone Someone I adore This is a song for no one I wrote this song for no one, yeah, mmh Yesterday, I got pretty drunk Said some things that I shouldn't have Told you that I really love you You did not reciprocate those feelings But that's okay, I'll be fine anyway Oh, yeah, hey, yeah I wrote this song for no one I wrote this song Hoo, hoo-hoo Hoo, hoo-hoo No, I wrote this song for no one

What's your time machine? Is it Springsteen or Teenage Dream? What's your takes-you-back? Your first falling-in-love soundtrack? When you were looking for the words Somebody said it first so you didn't have to It was looking right at you One danced you through love One rocked you through lonely Mixtaped your heartbreak and made you feel holy For the hits and the misses, for the fire and rain Close your eyes and listen 'Cause there's a song for everything, yeah There's a song for everything My first lighter up Was back when Coldplay still played clubs My first real goodbye Damn, that second verse still makes me cry When I was looking for the words Somebody said it first like they knew me They were signing right to me One danced you through love One rocked you through lonely Mixtaped your heartbreak and made you feel holy For the hits and the misses, for the fire and rain Close your eyes and listen 'Cause there's a song for everything, yeah There's a song for everything There's a song for everything What's your time machine? Is it Springsteen or Teenage Dream? One danced you through love One rocked you through lonely Mixtaped your heartbreak and made you feel holy For the hits and the misses, for the fire and rain Close your eyes and listen 'Cause there's a song for everything, hey There's a song for everything, yeah There's a song for everything

I don't think I could sing this song to you Hold my lips and power through Think about a different day I don't think I can do this without tears Pick a moment, fly the years What will there be left to say? Oh, my life is a song for you Oh, my life is a song for you I don't think I could hide you in my mind All those questions left behind Answers in forgotten dreams I don't think I could lead it like you lead Read the books that you once read Back in other lives Oh, you would hate this to be sad The moments we've had And I've just found out that life is a goddamn miracle And the ending is a song And there are a lifetime of words that I could say But I've got none I don't think I could love you any more Take a minute, feel it soar I have got this 'til I'm gone And if there is a light that tumbles through How could it just not be you hiding in the sun? Oh, you would hate this to be sad The moments we've had And I've just found out that life is a goddamn miracle And the ending is a song And there are a lifetime of words that I could say But I've got none I don't think I could sing this song to you Hold my lips and power through Think about a different day Oh, my life is a song for you Oh, my life is a song for you

I thirst but never quench I know the consequence, feeling as I do We are in a spinning top Where, tell me, will it stop? And what am I to say? Open our music book that only few can look And I'll write a song for you, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Love is a symphony, hearts in one melody 'Cause I'll write a song for you Sounds never dissipate, they only recreate In another place There's in your silent night Joy of a song's delight 'Cause I'll write a song for you You'll write a song for me We'll write a song of love, of love Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah My magical mystique Finding it all complete In your lovely face Feelings we try to chase Memories that won't erase Stay forever new We have a magic box in which is never locked 'Cause I'll write a song for you You'll write a song for me We'll write a song of love Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... Ah-ay... Yeah We'll write a song of love, my baby Write a song of love You, for you, for you, you, for you, you, you (You, for you, you, for you) we have a magic box We'll write a song of love We'll write (you, be you, for you), write a song of love Sounds (for you) they never dissipate They only recreate to another place in time Ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh We'll write a song, we'll write a song 'Cause you and me, baby (you, for you, for you) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (you, for you) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (for you, you, you) We, we are just spending time (for you) We'll write a song, we'll write a song, we'll write a song...

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour