dying day

• brandi carlile'in 3. albumu give up the ghosttan bi sarki, soyle:
  
  i left home a long long time ago
  in a tin can for the road
  with a suitcase and some songs
  chasing miles through the night time
  making tracks with no time for looking back
  to the place where i belong
  
  how these days grow long
  but i'm on my way back home
  it's been hard to be away
  how i miss you and i just want to kiss you
  and i'm gonna love you till my dying day
  how these days grow long
  
  when your sad you know i wish i could be there
  to make your sorrows disappear
  and set your troubles free
  it's not fair for me to be this far from you
  but i promise to stay true, wherever i might be
  
  time keeps burning
  the wheels keep on turning
  sometimes i feel i'm wasting my days
  how i miss you and i just want to kiss you
  and i'm gonna love you till my dying day
  how these days grow long
  time keeps burning on
  how these days grow long
  
  now i'm lost in a sea of sunken dreams
  while the sound of drunken screams echos in the night
  but i know all of this will come to pass
  and i'll be with you at last forever by your side
  
  how these days grow long
  but i'm on my way back home
  it's been hard to be away
  how i miss you and i just want to kiss you
  and i'm gonna love you till my dying day
  
  time keeps burning
  the wheels keep on turning
  sometimes i feel i'm wasting my days
  how i miss you and i just want to kiss you
  and i'm gonna love you till my dying day
  how these days grow long
  time keeps burning on
  how these days grow long
• "elinde gitarıyla saçlarını savura savura, koşarak şarkıyı söylüyor" hissiyle cezbeden şarkı.
  "heyyyy" diyerek seslenesim geliyor, yapamıyorum.
• başarılı bir gin wigmore şarkısı. sözleriyse şöyle;
  
  lay down your broken head,
  i can see you cry away your life.
  fall like you fell from grace.
  soft, but sweetly say
  this is my dying day.
  
  and if you don't mind,
  i would like to,
  fly,
  fly far away.
  that's all i wanna do is,
  fly
  fly far my way.
  that's all i'm gonna do
  on my dying day.
  
  live,
  like you never have.
  take in all you can,
  before the wind decides
  to lead like a mother pleas,
  don't let go of my hand,
  on my dying day.
  
  and if you don't mind,
  i would like to,
  fly,
  fly far away.
  that's all i wanna do is,
  fly
  fly in my own way
  where nobody can touch me.
  nobody can.
  
  i'm flying,
  flying my own way.
  that's all i want to do
  on my dying day.
  
  i'm shaken by the cold of the roses that we grow,
  to give our heads a happy state of mind.
  and all i need to know
  is where i can go.
  
  if you lock me out and leave me here to die,
  i will fly,
  fly far away.
  that's all i wanna do is,
  fly on,
  fly in my own way,
  where nobody can touch me.
  nobody can,
  i'm flying.
  so far away.
  that's all i want to do
  on my dying day.
  on my dying day.
  on my dying day.