i’m lost without you… (original) скачать в хорошем качестве

i’m lost without you… (original)

I wrote this song as a final stand against oblivion. A defiance, however fleeting, against the unbearable truth that everything fades. Love, time, memory, it all slips through our fingers, no matter how tightly we hold on. And yet, we reach for it. Pretend. Fight against the void in the only way we know how. Verse 1: “I’m lost without you; I need you tonight And I’d give anything, baby, to hold you oh-so-tight Bring me near.” Urgency. No slow unfolding. Love is not a luxury—it is survival. A trembling grasp in the dark, an anchor against the tide. I don’t want her. I need her. Because in her arms, for a moment, the suffering lessens. The crushing weight of it all becomes something I can almost bear. And I can nearly believe that something in this world is permanent. High 1: “Tell me you love me. Can we stop time? If we die in the morning, at least we tried.” It isn’t a bargain with the universe. It’s a bargain with her, a desperate plea to stand with me against the inevitable. To push back, even if we both know it’s futile. Maybe love can hold the morning at bay. Perhaps this time, it will be different. But deep down, I already know. Verse 2: “Am I deluded? Have I lost my mind? Your shadow haunts me Every time I cry Hold me dear.” Doubt creeps in. Was she ever real, or was it the ghost of something I wanted to believe in? The more I reach, the further she drifts. “Hold me dear.” It is a plea. A begging. A whisper to fight the abyss with me. If I don’t say it too loudly, if I don’t shatter the illusion, maybe she will stay. Perhaps she will fight with me instead of slipping away. High 2: “And tell me you love me, & I’ll be alright If we die in the morning, at least we tried.” I tell myself I will be all right if she says the words. If she holds me through this, I can endure the agony. But even as I say it, I know. I won’t be all right. Because I still understand—morning will come, and when it does, the end follows. Bridge: “And am I wrong for loving you The way no one else would? I wish you’d look in my eyes And see me like I see you.” The cruelest truth is not in loss but in imbalance. She is to me in a way I am not to her. I came with open arms, and she never caught me. Outro: “If I say I love you, will you be mine? When we die in the morning, at least we tried.” The final question. The last grasp at something solid before it all turns to dust. But there is no answer. No resolution. Because the universe doesn’t answer, it never has. It never will. The silence stretches, infinite and indifferent. And then morning comes. It is the end. No matter how deeply I love, how much I give, and how tightly I hold on—the morning always comes. And it takes everything with it. I fought. I bled. I reached for warmth in a cruel world. But love was never going to stop time. And that truth—slow, merciless, inescapable—was always waiting, wretched and patient, ready to take me. P.s. I want to think my brother, Yosi, for helping articulate these thoughts, and with some of the lyrics. #absurdity #acoustic #haunting #existentialism #nihilism #sadness #music #singer #loneliness #love