Louise Mosrie: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

My everyday feels empty
In a trance from 9 to 5.
How did I get here anyway?
Seemed like a good idea at the time.

This urgency is breathless as
I yearn for something to make sense.
How ‘bout a little sign from Heaven?
Or a reason to exist?

But I can only blame myself tonight
No one’s gonna save me
Buried under twenty years of uncertainty
Can I confess my shame tonight?
Looks are so deceiving, but
Buried somewhere deep inside is the real me.

And heartache is the best teacher
Don’t I get a gold star everytime?
In the need to cool this fever,
In the need to feel alive.

But when my blood starts moving,
All the lost years crush me from within.
I’ve done enough sleepwalking for one lifetime
I’ve had enough of giving in.

But I can only blame myself tonight
No one’s gonna save me
Buried under twenty years of uncertainty
Can I confess my shame tonight?
Looks are so deceiving, but
Buried somewhere deep inside is the real me.

No, don’t let anyone see you wanting.
No, don’t let anyone see you breathing.
No, don’t let anyone see you needing anyone.

But I can only blame myself tonight
No one’s gonna save me
Buried under twenty years of uncertainty
Can I confess my shame tonight?
Looks are so deceiving, but
Buried somewhere deep inside is the real me.