Stories (Better Left In The Dark)

I don't know just what to say
all the things i knew before
have been cast away
tossed by the endless winds of time
another day further
out of my sight

(chorus)

should have never pushed for the truth
knowing that the answer
could be unbecoming you
now all that we were falls apart
sometimes there are stories
better left in the dark

i'd take it back if i could
make believe the one you are
nothing but good
now you're just a ghost in my heart
another day further
already too far

(chorus)

should have never pushed for the truth
knowing that the answer
could be unbecoming you
now all that we were falls apart
sometimes there are stories
better left in the dark

(bridge)

change the frame
change the light
start it over
out of time

(chorus)

should have never pushed for the truth
knowing that the answer
could be unbecoming you
now all that we were falls apart
sometimes there are stories
better left in the dark

(copyright 2006 D. B. Michel)

blue angel #9

someone looking down on me, over my shoulder
takes me safely home, when i don't know where i'm going
all the restless nights, i wander the earth like a dying light

tries to get me back, to the straight and narrow
when i'm falling to the earth, like a wounded sparrow
all the greyest days, try to take my faith away

i can't see you anytime
but i know you're there
i know the signs
i believe you're on my side
saved again
by blue angel number 9

i'm still alive enough, to tell you the tale
there was no way to win, until i learned to fail
i'm indebted to one, who won't let me come undone

i'm still chasin' down a dream, i still want to matter
though my words are hard to hear, in this roar of chatter
but i'll be getting along, even though i might go wrong

i can't see you anytime
but i know you're there
i know the signs
i believe you're on my side
saved again
by blue angel number 9

(copyright 2005 D. B. Michel)

the roaring silence

my heart is as cold as the wind through the window
my thoughts are a dark as this moonless night
i wish it would rain so i could hear something
to drown out the quiet that roars through my life

the paper i write on is dappled by teardrops
it gets hard to read when the ink hits the wet
blinded by fortunes i thought that i wanted
i missed out on what i needed to get

this place where i sit seems cursed and forsaken
and nobody else dares to come inside
so no one can hear the sound my hearts making
between every beat is a silent cry

(copyright 2003 d. b. michel)