Come close,
Lay next to me
Come close,
Lay next to me
I need to tell you something important

So stay close,
Remain next to me
I need to feel important
It’s your eyes that I don’t believe
And my heart, you will, you will mislead
Do you know the consequence that comes with having such confidence?

Holding all the weight in my life
Then you turn and you walk away from me
So what is this now, you ask of me
What makes your pain such an urgency?
Now I want out, so plain to see
Once again my dear, a brand new tragedy

Holding all the weight in my life
Then you turn and you walk away from me
Holding all the weight in my life
Then you turn and you walk away from me

Bleeding all the strength from my life
Then you turn and you run away from me
You’re bleeding all the strength from my life
Then you turn and you run away from me.

By: City And Colour.

Often rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idle dreams of things which cannot be:

To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region;
Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear;
And visions rising, legion after legion,
Bring the unreal world too strangely near.

I’ll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.

I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading:
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell:
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.

~Emily Bronte.