Different Pane

Michael Channing

i can't see the sun
i can barely breathe
i can no longer find
the center in me
i let go of
the wrong things i've done
when i look at her
i can't see the sun

i don't feel the earth
gravity let go
there's a stillness inside
i never used to know
i no longer need
to hoard all my hurt
when i look at her
i don't feel the earth

lean against me till the angles change
i'm looking out the window through a different pane

i don't hear the storm
raging within
nor the one falling down
outside my skin
tempest toss the waters
but my teacup is warm
when i look at her
i don't hear the storm

lean against me till the angles change
i'm looking out the window through a different pane

Liner Notes

I wrote this for my wife, before we were married. I've been wanting to write music for it, but I can never replicate what I hear in my head. I hear an accoustic guitar with a rusty sort of sound to it, an effect Neil Young was good at achieving.

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