Uptempo acoustic rock. It's by no means perfect, but... whoa
pop
rock
acoustic
blues
melody
moody
Story behind the song
I wrote this song one night in the early summer lying in my bed. I was tired and mushed and all around bleh. This song picked me right back up. The concept behind the song is really simple... ten points to anyone who can tell me what it is.
Lyrics
the ceiling fades from white to gray
accentuating the clutter
the desk is dark at end of day
cool air exhumes with a splutter
pictures on the wall arranged in a most peculiar fashion
remind me of what's gone
frustrated loves and aching passions
close the door
keep the outside world at bay
hold it in
saving sorrow for some other end of day
some books are stacked in disarray
calmly growing coats of dust
and silent screamers
locked in their cage
are staring down the road that was
and is
will always be
until end of day