written by Natasha Chanwai
You hard to understanad the way you do the things you do but...
thats just the way it is.
You hard to understand the way you say the say the things you say but...
thats just the way it is.
We could talk the whole night through
but it will always end up the same
Bring the dawn, come kiss me in the morn
Same shit, different day.
Oh it's hard to understand the way the world can be so gray but..
thats just the way it is.
It's hard to understand the way you look at me that way but....
Thats just the way it is.
We could dance the whole night through
It will always end up the same.
Even if the night becomes to dark
I will always want just one more day oh
You hard to understand
Oh I could cry the whole night through
but I will be here till I grow old.
Bring the wind, bring the rain.
I am your shelter when you get home,
Oh you hard to understand
oh.
I really love this song...I think cause when I sing it, it kind of just falls out. Obviously these words came to me when my dude was being "hard to understand" and often when we have these moments iI come away and sing this song..it reminds me that him and nearly everything else apart from my kids for me are very "hard to understand" this recording wasn't the best I know and there are a couple of bum notes but I don't care so much...I love to record these Sunday soul sessions.
I love to record them when I've just written a song and it's still abit rough and when there is heaps of space to add other things... I think it is also when the song is the most honest and when it is the most truest to the feelings at the time...I recorded this straight after I had figured the bones of the song out and it's only about an hour since we had the "misunderstanding"....He will always be hard for me to understand, but I'm certain I will love (and hate) spending the rest of my life figuring him out :)....with all the tears and pains and times where you can't think of a reason to stay...I take a breath and realise...don't get so serious Tash...it's just a song :)
No comments:
Post a Comment