"Come Undone" - Duran Duran
This song is dedicated to my insomnia.
I woke up this morning with a towel wrapped around my head, all the lights turned on, and my bed made. I looked over to the digital clock above my TV and it read, "9:01A." The sunshine made its way through my deep pink curtains. The air was beginning to warm up as I stretched over my neatly-placed bedsheets beneath me. I pulled a pillow over my face and let the cool side rest against my skin as I attempted to recall what exactly happened last night.
I wasn't drunk. I strayed away from the Grey and barely had one drink made up of more ice than candy-flavored liquor. No, I didn't let a random good-for-nothing guy buy it for me and yes, I was staring at Miss Bartender the whole time as she put this concoction together. I wasn't emotional. No fights broke out before, during or after this last minute shindig. My black eyeliner and tightly-wound ponytail stayed in tact even through the heat on the dance floor and the blare of the Latin music over the speakers. I was surrounded by people I trust and even came home at a decent hour, leaving the club before the last call for alcohol was announced. So, what made me so exhausted that I couldn't remember anything that happened once I got home?
I guess that's it. I was exhausted.
It's interesting to realize how quickly things change. Just a few months ago I barely slept. I could stay out forever because I stayed up anyway. It didn't matter if I got home at 3A or 6A, I'd shower and get ready for bed hoping that sleep would greet me and it rarely did. Yet lately the thought of going out into the wee hours of the morning tires me to the point when I prefer to simply stay in. If it wasn't for a few good friends, then I would've found myself doing exactly that. It's unusual for me to be so drained without any influence besides my own diminishing energy. I'm not at all saying that I'm domesticated to the point of never wanting to go out again, but it's just that sleep is more desirable to me since it has been something I had so little of over these past several months. It's finally back and I'm happy to say that I've been looking forward to its return.
Lyrics:
Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed, with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you was created for you
(can not forgive from falling apart at the seams
Can not believe you're taking my heart to pieces)
Oh, it'll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me into cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers?
(can not forgive from falling apart at the seams
Can not believe you're taking my heart to pieces)
Lost, in a snow filled sky,
we'll make it alright
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me into cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
(can not forgive from falling apart)
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
(can not forgive from falling apart)
Who do you need, who do you love?
(can not forgive from falling apart)
Who do you love
When you come undone?
(can not forgive from falling apart)
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/duranduran/comeundone.html
http://qhblend.blogspot.com/2010/09/1986-2000-duran-durans-lost-years.html
This song is dedicated to my insomnia.
I woke up this morning with a towel wrapped around my head, all the lights turned on, and my bed made. I looked over to the digital clock above my TV and it read, "9:01A." The sunshine made its way through my deep pink curtains. The air was beginning to warm up as I stretched over my neatly-placed bedsheets beneath me. I pulled a pillow over my face and let the cool side rest against my skin as I attempted to recall what exactly happened last night.
I wasn't drunk. I strayed away from the Grey and barely had one drink made up of more ice than candy-flavored liquor. No, I didn't let a random good-for-nothing guy buy it for me and yes, I was staring at Miss Bartender the whole time as she put this concoction together. I wasn't emotional. No fights broke out before, during or after this last minute shindig. My black eyeliner and tightly-wound ponytail stayed in tact even through the heat on the dance floor and the blare of the Latin music over the speakers. I was surrounded by people I trust and even came home at a decent hour, leaving the club before the last call for alcohol was announced. So, what made me so exhausted that I couldn't remember anything that happened once I got home?
I guess that's it. I was exhausted.
It's interesting to realize how quickly things change. Just a few months ago I barely slept. I could stay out forever because I stayed up anyway. It didn't matter if I got home at 3A or 6A, I'd shower and get ready for bed hoping that sleep would greet me and it rarely did. Yet lately the thought of going out into the wee hours of the morning tires me to the point when I prefer to simply stay in. If it wasn't for a few good friends, then I would've found myself doing exactly that. It's unusual for me to be so drained without any influence besides my own diminishing energy. I'm not at all saying that I'm domesticated to the point of never wanting to go out again, but it's just that sleep is more desirable to me since it has been something I had so little of over these past several months. It's finally back and I'm happy to say that I've been looking forward to its return.
Lyrics:
Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed, with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you was created for you
(can not forgive from falling apart at the seams
Can not believe you're taking my heart to pieces)
Oh, it'll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me into cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers?
(can not forgive from falling apart at the seams
Can not believe you're taking my heart to pieces)
Lost, in a snow filled sky,
we'll make it alright
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me into cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
(can not forgive from falling apart)
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
(can not forgive from falling apart)
Who do you need, who do you love?
(can not forgive from falling apart)
Who do you love
When you come undone?
(can not forgive from falling apart)
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/duranduran/comeundone.html
http://qhblend.blogspot.com/2010/09/1986-2000-duran-durans-lost-years.html
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