When You Hold Me

Your name is written in the stars.
I see your face in twinkling lights.
You kiss me in the night when I close my eyes.

Don’t let the dawn break my heart
Don’t let the dawn break my heart
Don’t let the dawn break me

I stay awake and dream, that’s when you hold me.
Darkness hides what’s real, that’s when you hold me.

I could never understand
what I think or what I feel.
When the dawn creeps up on me I don’t know what’s real.

Don’t let the dawn break my heart
Don’t let the dawn break my heart
Don’t let the dawn break me.

I stay awake and dream, that’s when you hold me.
Darkness hides what’s real, that’s when you hold me.

Will you ever leave my dreams?
Will you haunt me ’til I die?
As of now I’d rather sleep because the sun makes me blind.

Don’t let the dawn break my heart
Don’t let the dawn break my heart
Don’t let the dawn break me.

Chasing Stars

Look at how vast the sea is.
Tell me, can you see it?
The horizon seems so out of reach.
My path is in the darkness.
I’m headed for the mountains.
The stars are easier to reach up there.

So are you coming with me?

You taught me what a dream is
and how to believe it.
Pack you bags we’re chasing them down.
Darling, you amaze me.
Don’t you dare erase me.
Hold on tight I’m sure we’ll make it.

I don’t want to walk a crowded street.
I don’t want to sing this on my own.
I have just been following my feet.
Teach me how to dance on sparkly snow.

And if the stars choose to disappoint,
I’ll still be there for you.

The rain has turned to snow now.
I don’t really know how,
but somewhere down the line the stars became close friends of mine.
Shed a ray of starlight
across my road through the night.
I’m chasing down, chasing down the stars.

I don’t want to walk a crowded street.
I don’t want to sing this on my own.
I have just been following my feet.
Teach me how to dance on sparkly snow.

And if the stars choose to disappoint,
I’ll still be there for you.

21.09.09

Fall is here. School is sucking up all my energy and my head is all over the place. I keep thinking I want to be somewhere else. I keep wishing I could be on a tour bus traveling through Europe playing shows every night. I keep dreaming about that life.

How long will that road be? Will I ever get there? I really wish I knew, but then what fun would it be? I guess the whole point is the walk, because nothing’s fun if you know how it’ll turn out.

So I sit through the long hours of science, geography and math hoping the ending will be great. I’ll just have to make the best of it.

I’ll get by with a little help from my friends.

-M.