One song

How many times have i been dragged to concerts i never wanted to see?,

I don't know. . .

. . .But that adrenaline rush. . .

. . .Baby its what i live for. . .The moment i can lose myself in a mosh.

There's only one,

     Thats every truly special,

          where we all stood,

           In some kind of Holy place,

     No mosh Pitt,
 
     No crowd surfing,

              Just a serene Comfort,

       No fights,

         No pain.

We just stood in the same room,

as our hero's,

As he lead us into a choir chorus.

As we stood amazed in awe struck disbelief. . .Followed,


. . .I loved that night. . .My last happy memory.


But i have secret to confess. . .I didn't know all the songs. . .

I only knew half. But i stood at the front,

And sung along anyway.


One song,

Washed over me. . . I didn't care much for it.

One song,

I never really thought about.

One friend,

One night.


One Dark cold night. . .Deep deep on the night.


I lay on her bedroom floor,

. . .While the house around me slept.

I lay smothered in the dark.

In the feeling of calm,

Comforted by my loneliness, as i could hear other people breathing,

in

and

out

. . . There sat her radio. . .

A chord stung up,

Then your voice. . .reached out to my ears . . .and poured over me,

Like a rain pour of relief.

That tingled in the Icy cold.


I discovered your song that night.

As my tear filled eyes shone through the dark. . .

. . .And i knew you understood me.

That i'll never be alone.


I only wish i could of sung it with you. . .

And that room full of people,

who felt the same.