Songs About / On: USHER

(featuring usher)

The way I feel for you
I can’t describe
Lt’s almost too intense
To verbalize
Essentially you’re all
I’m living for
And basically each day
I need you more and more read more »

They're taking me down, my friend
And as they usher me off to my end
Will I bid you adieu ?
Or will I be seeing you soon ?
If what they say around here is true read more »

The pyramids tremble, darken the sun, the sky turns red
They reached the wall of no return and the breeze has stopped
Who wore the crown will never be known - might is broken
For all we'll drown into the sand - what will remain?
Inverted horizons, denied truth and blinded eyes read more »

Last night I heard the sweetest words
But if I wasn't' drinking
I might have remembered more of what she said
There were sounds of promise
And shades of grace

I've been down and I've been waiting
Here she comes here she comes

Now another day has found me
And if I wasn't so stupid
I'd have ushered in the morning holding her tight
With sounds of promise
And shades of grace

I've been down and I've been waiting
Here she comes here she comes

I'm done hanging on maybe

Tonight I'll say the sweetest words
But if I'm not dreaming I might not remember
To say just what I mean

With sounds of promise
And shades of grace

I'm done hanging on maybe

I don't wanna go, she don't wanna go,
We don't need to go this time is ours tonight read more »

Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess

Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade read more »

Tearing beneath your feet
Feel the ground split and crack and crumble beneath you
Calamity serves a nightmare
Never to wake from these dreams of destiny read more »

Nothing is certain
Nothing is right
As I pull down the curtains
And shut down the blinds
As I'm closing the gates read more »

Birthright named osurtiers
That only God has the power to judge
Versailles' parasite
Antiquary to mediocrity read more »

Last night I heard the sweetest words
But if I wasn’t’ drinking
I might have remembered more of what she said
There were sounds of promise
And shades of grace read more »

Inside of me there's a house of usher
Inside of me there's a frosted pane
Behind the glass there's a virgin mother
In a room in the house calling
Chorus: read more »