Yet another song from the vaults. This one from February 14th, 2006. One of only few serious original songs I have written.
I walked out the door and followed my feet and wished for it all to leave.
My head was too full, no way to digest, the thoughts you had left me with.
So I paced round the pond, and muttered of love, and tore my hair out from within.
There were tears that time round, and the time after that, and walking away never helped.
So I pace every night to try to forget. But it always just brings me back home.
Recorded on my first ukulele into my first (MacBook) laptop.