When the Music Flatlines

If I could write you a song,

I'd tell you what went wrong,

The sun was too hot,

The wind was too strong,

You flew too high,

And the world was gone.

If I could tell you a tale,

I’d make you close your eyes,

Colors would be brighter,

The words would fall softer,

The ending much better,

On back roads of time,

‘Cause when the music flatlines,

The silence hurts our eyes,

When the music flatlines,

The silence hurts our eyes,

One collective deep blue sigh,

And no one feels like dancing.

If I could see you one more time,

I’d breathe in your essence,

I’d hold you close; keep you safe,

But you only visit when I sleep leaving me with a smile,

And I don’t know why,

‘Cause when the music flatlines,

The silence hurts our eyes,

When the music flatlines,

The silence hurts our eyes,

When the music flatlines,

The silence hurts our eyes,

One collective deep blue sigh,

And no one feels like dancing.

This song is a response to events (natural disasters, plane crashes, school shootings, terrorist attacks, etc.) that happen that are SO bad it takes our breath away. 

It's one of my best songs to date.  I am very happy to share it!

Recorded May 2015 in Luanda, Angola at Casa da Musica

Produced by: Brawly Waye