Monday, May 27, 2013

It Was Just A Miracle

© 2013 Mark Cote

Cry in the night I heard your call
with gentle wings I won't let you fall
heart driven by thanks into love
neither of us were thinking of

held your hands 'til you were strong
never wanting this feeling to be gone
something that we both need
but looking back my heart it bleeds

would risk it all just to be with you
if we saw it all if we only knew

(chorus)  Can't live in your world
                  you can't live in mine
                  but something in the middle is what we find
                  when the stars collide all that I can say is
                  it was just a miracle

though I wanted you to be mine
too many pieces circle entwined
so into the shadows I will return
though my heart will forever yearn

tears are invisible in the dark
and like a dream that's where we are


Monday, May 20, 2013

Boys Will Be Boys

© 2013 Mark Cote

back then in our teens
brake pedals and gasoline
football rings and beauty queens
boys will be boys

t-shirt girls and cut off jeans
drive-ins we made the scene
we lived out the summer dream
boys will be boys

(chorus)  when I look back now
                  I wonder how
                  we ever made it through those years
                  through all the fun
                  through all the beer
                  we still made it
                  made it here
                  boys will be boys

muscle cars and pickup trucks
cruise the strip to try their luck
show 'em all what you've got
boys will be boys

cheap perfume and boyhood dreams
a melody a moonlit sea
my first love her and me
boys will be boys


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Her Heart Is Not Cold It's Just Broken

© 2012 Mark Cote

like the moon in the sky
and love is all above her

been hit hard by the dark side of life
in one way or another

(chorus) Her heart
                  her heart is not cold it's just broken
                  with the words
                  that were and were never spoken
                  don't judge what you cannot see
                  her heart is not cold it's just broken
                  If the breeze that blows is too chilly
                  you better leave
                  if you cannot see

she clings
to the spark in her heart
like a pirate's buried treasure

it sinks
deeper and deeper in the sand
almost too deep to measure