I need to play catch-up. I don't recall a time in my life when I have put together tunes with no lyrics - and now I find myself with three!
How did that happen?
I think I blame my new guitar. I have just been having fun with it
Anyway, in an attempt to catch up a bit, I tried some lyrics for one of the tunes. Any and all input appreciated!
The song is provisionally called "Where do we go from here?"
Where do we go from here?
It seems that with each passing year (my love)
We’re no longer sure we belong -
And we’re losing the will to hold on.
Can we still brush aside,
The resentment and pride,
Or is it abundantly clear
That the love and the lust
Turned to ashes and dust,
And we’re watching it all disappear?
Where do we go from here my love?
Where do we go, love, from here?
We don’t talk much anymore
As if we lived apart
Can’t turn the clock back to before
You know it sometimes breaks my heart
Ou sont passés les désirs d'antan?
As-tu oublié ta passion? (chérie)
I know that we still get along
But where has all the passion gone?
It’s not black and white
But I guess that I might
Admit if it ain’t right, it’s wrong.
Yet I’d like to believe
There’s still time for reprieve.
Ou sont passés les désirs d'antan?
Where has the passion all gone?
Where has the passion all gone?
Many thanks for any input.
How did that happen?
I think I blame my new guitar. I have just been having fun with it
Anyway, in an attempt to catch up a bit, I tried some lyrics for one of the tunes. Any and all input appreciated!
The song is provisionally called "Where do we go from here?"
Where do we go from here?
It seems that with each passing year (my love)
We’re no longer sure we belong -
And we’re losing the will to hold on.
Can we still brush aside,
The resentment and pride,
Or is it abundantly clear
That the love and the lust
Turned to ashes and dust,
And we’re watching it all disappear?
Where do we go from here my love?
Where do we go, love, from here?
We don’t talk much anymore
As if we lived apart
Can’t turn the clock back to before
You know it sometimes breaks my heart
Ou sont passés les désirs d'antan?
As-tu oublié ta passion? (chérie)
I know that we still get along
But where has all the passion gone?
It’s not black and white
But I guess that I might
Admit if it ain’t right, it’s wrong.
Yet I’d like to believe
There’s still time for reprieve.
Ou sont passés les désirs d'antan?
Where has the passion all gone?
Where has the passion all gone?
Many thanks for any input.