From the recording RIVER
This was one is about the guy who's luck has run out. He's walked all over his lady and now she's prepared to walk out on him. Nothing hurts a guy more than when she leaves, cuts him off (i.e. block him, delete him). If he loves her he will do all in his power to change his ways in order to win her back. The question is will she take him back?
I was in my studio late one night just vibing on different ideas and this one came out. Literally a 2-note chord movement. Pretty simple right? I really wanted to experiment with simpler approaches to creating tracks for this album and build around it. The production came out amazing if I must say so myself. ;-)
Lyrics
Verse 1
You don't have to say a word
Cuz I see it in your eyes and it comes as no surprise
That you were tired of being hurt, you tried to make it work
But I kept on doing dirt, and now you have made up your mind
You've packed up all my stuff and you've finally given up
I cannot believe it's real
But I played the game too long and now I'm on my own
Chorus
And you're walking, walking, walking, walking
Feels like I'm running out of time, gotta change your mind
Talking, talking, talking, talking, talking
Girl, I made a big mistake, I pray it's not too late
Walking, Walking, walking, walking
Tell me what I gotta do to make it up to you
Talking, talking, talking,talking
Girl, I can't live without your love, I know that I messed up
Verse 2
We can talk about those other girls
But they ain't better than you
It was just something to do
Before you turn and walk away
Hold up I'm just tryin to be for real
And tell you what's the deal
If you really wanna know the truth here it goes
I was thinking bout my wants and magnifying my thoughts
Girl I never meant to break your heart, oh no
If I could, I'd take it back but you ain't havin' that
Cuz you..
Chorus (same as above)
Verse 3
I said I'm sorry like a thousand times
Soundin' like a broken record
I've been so guilty of so many crimes
In the court of love, I've got a record
To your love, I'm like a prisoner, in which I'll gladly serve my sentence
Can you tell me what I gotta do,
I'm on my knees beggin for your forgiveness.
Chorus (until fade)