Ali Marcus: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

There are so many kinds of grey
Take a walk on a November day
Bathe in the half light of the afternoon
you go out walking to be alone
And I go out just so I can find my way home
Hoping I’ll see you soon

I’m gonna write a song and tonight I’m gonna sing
But there just aren’t words for these things

I stored it all up every day in the light
The embers of a fire left alone in the night
I didn’t know you’d just let it burn
We waltzed beneath the maple branch
That was probaby our last chance
But the truth is not for the abandoned to discern

I’m gonna write a song and tonight I’m gonna sing
But there just aren’t words for these things

Brother, oh brother won’t you lend a hand
Our sister, she does not understand
With your mother on my doorstep saying “sorry, we are left, too”
So we pass around a bottle of wine
Lamenting on the cruelty of time
Wait for the winter to settle in, what else could we do?

I’m gonna write a song and tonight I’m gonna sing
But there just aren’t words for these things
I’m gonna write a song and tonight I’m gonna sing
But there just aren’t words for these things