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The story
Brandi Carlile
 
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of hwo I am.
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am.
But these stories don't mean anything
when you've got no one to tell them to.
It's true, I was made for you.
 
I climbed across the mountain tops.
Travel across the ocean blue.
I cross over lines and I broke all the rules.
And, baby, I broke them all for you.
Because even when I was flat broke
you made me feel like a million bucks.
You do.
I was made for you.
 
You see the smile that's on my mouth,
It's hiding the words that don't come out.
All of the friends who think that I'm blessed ,
they don't know my head is a mess.
No they don't know how I really am.
And they don't know what I've been through,
like you do.
And I was made for you.
 
And all of these lines across my face,
tell you the story of hwo I am.
So many stories of where I've been,
and hwo I got to where I am.
But these stories don't mean anything
when you've got no one to tell them to.
It's true. I was made for you.
 
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Just breathe
Anna Nalick
 
2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake.
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake? I don't love him.
Winter just wasn't my season."
Yeah, we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes,
like they have any right at all to criticize, hypocrites.
You're all here for the very same reason.
 
'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable.
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
and breathe, just breathe.
Oh, breathe, just breathe.
 
May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss.
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
Ain't been sober since maybe October of last year.
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while.
But, my God, its so beautiful when the boy smiles.
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.
 
'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable.
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys.
So cradle your head in your hands
and breathe, just breathe.
Oh, breathe, just breathe.
 
There's a light at each end of this tunnel.
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out.
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again.
If you only try turning around.
 
2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song.
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me.
Threatening the life if belongs to.
And I feel like I'm naked infront of the crowd,
'couse these words are my diary screaming out loud.
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to.
 
But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable.
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button now.
Sing it if you understand.
And breathe, just breathe.
Woah, breathe, just breathe.
Oh, breathe, just breathe.
Oh, breathe, just breathe.
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