13 December 2005

I just want to feel.

There is a part of me that knows how silly this really is. But, when I hear Feel by Robbie Williams, I swear that song is my life:

Here the lyrics:

Come on hold my hand,I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,This role I’ve been given.
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.

(chorus)

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I don’t wanna die,
But I ain’t keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I’m preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
That’s why I keep on running.
Before I’ve arrived,
I can see myself coming.

(chorus)

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins,
going to waste.
And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.

(chorus)

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
There’s a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.

If you're depressed (which I guess I can be), this song strikes a chord -no pun intended. Still, these images this song projects are ones I've had for a long time. I can't say it speaks to me, because THAT would be arrogant. However, I think it parallels my life.
It's just weird.

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