Losing My Feet
by Bav Dav
Posted: 06 June 2007 Word Count: 214 Summary: This is a song from a musical I'm working on. I've lost a bit of perspective on it so am throwing it out for feedback. |
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My heart was out of time.
The beats were all out of place.
A lonely young man in my prime.
In need of a saving grace.
You made my pendulum swing.
It’s a syncopated thing.
I’m losing my feet.
Your rhythm made it right.
I gave in without a fight.
Your heart gave me the beat.
I felt the world ignite.
You made me a man that night.
All the good times we had.
All the good things we did.
Although some of it was bad.
Nothing the law would forbid.
I just wish I could move.
You said my dancing must improve.
I’m losing my feet.
You danced just out of reach.
Is it something you just can’t teach?
Your heart gave me the beat.
I just couldn’t maintain.
The standards that your feet sustain.
When you told me it was over.
All the clocks stopped in my place.
When I said ‘Yeah Whatever’.
I wore the truth on my face.
Now time’s standing still.
I wish you’d moved in for the kill.
I’m losing my feet.
I don’t know what to do.
My life's tempo came from you.
Your heart gave me the beat.
I just want it to end.
I don’t think I can pretend.
I can’t pretend.
I can’t pretend.
The beats were all out of place.
A lonely young man in my prime.
In need of a saving grace.
You made my pendulum swing.
It’s a syncopated thing.
I’m losing my feet.
Your rhythm made it right.
I gave in without a fight.
Your heart gave me the beat.
I felt the world ignite.
You made me a man that night.
All the good times we had.
All the good things we did.
Although some of it was bad.
Nothing the law would forbid.
I just wish I could move.
You said my dancing must improve.
I’m losing my feet.
You danced just out of reach.
Is it something you just can’t teach?
Your heart gave me the beat.
I just couldn’t maintain.
The standards that your feet sustain.
When you told me it was over.
All the clocks stopped in my place.
When I said ‘Yeah Whatever’.
I wore the truth on my face.
Now time’s standing still.
I wish you’d moved in for the kill.
I’m losing my feet.
I don’t know what to do.
My life's tempo came from you.
Your heart gave me the beat.
I just want it to end.
I don’t think I can pretend.
I can’t pretend.
I can’t pretend.
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