Loved - Christa Couture

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Loved EP – (June 2011)
1. I Will
2. Sad Story Over
3. Jennifer Grey
4. Day 4
5. I Don’t Play Piano

I Will

I open the floodgates on this, I open my mind too far
The ocean came between us and it made a star
We wished upon it, we wished for love
‘Cause we like each other, but it’s not enough

We were in the summer and the seasons go
The leaves turn colour, we hang mistletoe
With all this passing I am standing still
You ask will I be waiting – Yes I will

I will always think of you fondly
I will only get a little bit sad
I will – if you don’t come back

Well it’s out of habit when I make the call
When I chase the rabbit and when I fall
And I go down down into wonderland
And I go down when you take my hand

You were my first perfect, can I be blamed
Can I get a rain cheque, can I play the game
I’ll light the fire, compose the phrase
I’ll join the choir, and sing your praise

I will always think of you fondly
I will only get a little bit sad
I will – if you don’t come back

I’m not dying for this, I’m just trying for this
I don’t want to miss another chance

I open the floodgates on this, I open my mind too far
The ocean came between us and it made a star
We wished upon it, we wished for love
‘Cause we like each other, but it’s not enough

I will always think of you fondly
I will only get a little bit sad
I will – if you don’t come back

I will always think of you
I will only get a little bit sad
At the fact you don’t come back

SAD STORY OVER

She was cold lying on his bedroom floor
The autumn window open, the air marching to frozen
But other than her skin she was warm
Because the boy that lay beside her his light was burning golden

He is happiest when things are stable and unchanged
Most content with calm and small
Whereas she is a circus of unusual and strange
And even if she wants to can’t hold on to
Anything at all

Along those lines of thinking
His ship was sinking after a five year sail
All the while she was starting and stopping
She was box car hopping to no avail

And it seems her sad story could be over on this page
If she takes this writer for a lover than her story will change
She puts the pen in his hand, leans into him
Says “write me a kiss, then write me a kiss again”

The path for him and the path for her
To this moment builds the overture to a symphony
That they’re composting on the cold floor
The sounds of delight and surprise and falling fill the city

For a girl so lost and saddened how fast it happened
That she gained
A sense of being worthy of such beauty
As he contains

And it seems her sad story could be over on this page
If she takes this painter for a lover than her story will change
She puts the brush in his hand, leans in to him
Says “paint me a kiss, then paint me a kiss again and again and again”

She was cold lying on his bedroom floor
The autumn window was open, the air marching to frozen

JENNIFER GREY

Today is the last day I’m 23, but it’s been a good year (well, a good year for me)
Gina beside me always it seemed, we moved to the drive, we were living that dream
Of eastside Vancouver, wrong side of the tracks, with the sun on our faces and the wind at our backs
But ever since I crossed the ocean, ever since I followed that impulsive notion

That summer is so on my mind and I’m dreaming of those times…

David he drives us to the lake for the day – he’s Patrick Swayze I’m Jennifer Grey
We’re weakened with laughter, I fall in the water
I’m pushing down I want to touch the bottom
I know that we’re young and it’s slipping away – but that was a very good day

Today I turn 24, I turn in my bed and look at the floor
To the pages I write on but they’re blown away
The city being papered with the things I’ve been trying to say
It’s been a month since I’ve been in this town – still don’t know which way’s up
Don’t know which way’s down
But as I’m starting another year, I’m happy to say I’m happy here

Though that summer is still on my mind and I miss those times…

That night at the railway club I am on stage
Playing my happiness my wounds and my rage
And the people are listening but it’s hard to say –if they get what I’m saying or they just think I’m crazy
I know that I’m young and it’s slipping away – but that was a very good day

Where will I fall when thrown?
Where will I call home?

Today is a very good day

I DON’T PLAY PIANO

You know I don’t play piano
But I wish that I could
I would find a smoky old bar, a spotlight and a sequined dress
And I sing Gershwin and Porter and Jewel
And the drinks would be free and the men be impressed
I know if I played on those keys
My love would find me

You know I don’t play piano
Oh but I wish that I could
On holidays everyone would gather around this old monster
I’d lead them in song
They’d say “don’t she remind you of Irene when she plays?
Yes she’s just like her grandmother and the pianos that loved her
Will love her again”
When she sings oh holy night, the stars were brightly shining
They were shining

I won’t pretend my hands haven’t known many men
But as for my head – only one man will
Only one man will