L. James Tanner mitunes songs
I was pleasantly surprised when Christine used my lyric
Christine Linge – Vocals
Markus Lammarsch – Rhythm Guitar, Strings, Mixing/Mastering
Paul Willis – Bass
Raul R. – Drums
Tim Dobson – Sax
T.J. (Mandoman) – Mandolin
James Tanner – Lyric
Wilted Rose
(Vs)
Sometimes in the night I hear you whisper to me;
feel your warm breath on my neck the way it used to be,
but when I awake, its back to my nightmare;
that my dreams are only dreams; you’re no longer there
(Ch)
I can feel the thorn of the wilted rose,
cutting me deep to the core
I’m still clinging to the wilted rose
and the thorn hurts even more
It might be a poor metaphor,
but it’s the one I’ve chose;
I can’t stop clinging to a wilted rose
(Vs)
There will come a time, I won’t miss you like I do,
but I’m not ready for closure yet, my grieving isn’t through
(Ch)
I can feel the thorn of the wilted rose,
cutting me deep to the core
I’m still clinging to the wilted rose
and the thorn hurts even more
It might be a poor metaphor,
but it’s the one I’ve chose;
I can’t stop clinging to a wilted rose
Never letting go of the wilted rose
2016 © L. James Tanner
Christine Linge – Vocals
Markus Lammarsch – Rhythm Guitar, Strings, Mixing/Mastering
Paul Willis – Bass
Raul R. – Drums
Tim Dobson – Sax
T.J. (Mandoman) – Mandolin
James Tanner – Lyric
Wilted Rose
(Vs)
Sometimes in the night I hear you whisper to me;
feel your warm breath on my neck the way it used to be,
but when I awake, its back to my nightmare;
that my dreams are only dreams; you’re no longer there
(Ch)
I can feel the thorn of the wilted rose,
cutting me deep to the core
I’m still clinging to the wilted rose
and the thorn hurts even more
It might be a poor metaphor,
but it’s the one I’ve chose;
I can’t stop clinging to a wilted rose
(Vs)
There will come a time, I won’t miss you like I do,
but I’m not ready for closure yet, my grieving isn’t through
(Ch)
I can feel the thorn of the wilted rose,
cutting me deep to the core
I’m still clinging to the wilted rose
and the thorn hurts even more
It might be a poor metaphor,
but it’s the one I’ve chose;
I can’t stop clinging to a wilted rose
Never letting go of the wilted rose
2016 © L. James Tanner
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