Oh wow, I remember the very first time I heard this song almost 10 years ago during a scene in TVD and now all these years later I still listen to this song every couple months every year. It’s in the soundtrack of my life lol. Thank you james for the treat of performing it with this orchestra, it sounds wonderful.
tengo 78 años a los 15 años me recibi de Profesora de Piano en el Conservatorio Municipal de Buenos Aires.Argentina. ejerci mi profesion durante muchos años. Esto me trae muchos recuerdos y mucha nostalgia.Ya no tengo piano, pero cuando tengo de cerca uno me encanta ejecutar este tipo de melodias. Algún dia ...volveré a tener un piano.....
This song and it's music video inspired me to buy a camera and started me down a journey of photography. That video of New York shot on a Canon 6D was so beautiful
If this is redemption, why do I bother at all There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain So I wander on, till someone else is saved I moved to the coast, under a mountain Swam in the ocean, slept on my own At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay I'd remember all the things my mother wrote That we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you, I'd have a little trust Two thousand years, I've been in that water Two thousand years, sunk like a stone Desperately reaching for nets That the fishermen have thrown Trying to find, a little bit of hope Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all So if in the future I might need myself a savior I'll remember what was written on that wall That we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you, I'd have a little trust Am I an honest man and true Have I been good to you at all Oh I'm so tired of playing these games We'd just be running down The same old lines, the same old stories of Breathless trains and, worn down glories Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own So we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust Source: LyricFind Songwriters: James Mcmorrow
