A long meandering love song written by Eric for his wife on their 20th Anniversary. Bob Kingdon: Lead and Rhythm Guitars, Eric Daum: Keys, Lead and Rhythm Guitars, Drum Programming and Vocals
progressive
britpop
power pop
girls
bob kingdon
transatlantic
eric daum
Story behind the song
Bob and I have enjoyed working together for the past two years. Though we have never met, we share many things, taste in music, childish humor (or is that "Humour"? and we both have wives who say they cannot stand our music. Upon playing this heartfelt song for my wife, which was inspired by our 22 years together, 20 of them married, I was told, "I don't like it, and I can't stand the way you sing." Now I cannot stand the way I sing either, but having the object of your love tell you that the expression of that love is "annoying" is , well, a tad deflating to say the least.
Dear, listener, I hope you like it better than she did.
-Eric
13 May 2010
Lyrics
Nocturne
Eric Daum 2010
When the Snow begins to Fall
And the world has gone to sleep
In the silence and the wonder of it all
I weigh my memories against the secrets that you keep
When the night begins to wail
Sitting by the fire's glow
The shadows grow as the light begins to fail
Thinking back on the life I'll never know
And the first time that I met you there was no way to see
That the memories that we'd share would mean so much more to me
I watch you dressing by the window
Your silhouette in silk and lace
The familiar comfort of each gesture that make
Your distant gaze with that little smile upon your face
Curled around you half asleep
Huddled in our winter bed
I never dreamed that I'd fall for you this deep
I'm drifting off to the last thing that you've said
And the first time that I met you
There was no way to know
That the memories that we'd share
Would grow...and grow.
And the first time that I met you there was no way to see
That the memories that we'd share would mean everything to me
The way you close your eyes
When at last we're all alone
In your arms I finally realize
It's not too much to dream that I'm finally home
It's taken all these years
To come to terms with what I knew
No one else could brush away my fears
If I must grow old let it be with you
And the first time that I met you there was no way to know
That the memories that we'd share would grow...and grow