Mornings In Bed - Part X - It's my blog and I can wake up with Damien Rice if I want!

So...I've been writing this 10 day blog for about 20 days now...
Waking up with a dead artist in my bed. Inspiring; yet...
When one truly falls in love;
Talula Love...
it's about more than just a fling
it's the kinda
thing
that lasts a lifetime.

No one artist has emotionally moved Talula Love Bottoms musically more
than Damien Rice. I think we know that now due to the repeated use of his
lyrics.
Fortunate for me...and it's all about me (in bed);
Damien has been working harder than Talula and she is going to reap the
benefits of his passion.

I hear his lyrics and paintings dance through my head. I feel the words.
I may be a fake and a phony when it comes to loving Bologne...but
I am honest and true with you.

Damien Rice
What If I'm Wrong

We could wrestle with tomorrow
Till tomorrow's in the past
Because I have torn apart what's beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts

I have stayed locked behind this door
To show there's no way out
I got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt

On an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have combed the cracks of virtue
For a place to lay the blame

And I have hated, I have lied
Been guilty and denied
I've dismissed the ones who question me
Declaring I am right

What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong

I have built a wall between
What I believe and what is true
I have sacrificed the love I had
For power over you

I have deflected those who disagree
And walked over the weak
I have placed a gun within the mouth
Of those who dare to speak

On an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have crushed the minds of children
With extraordinary shame

And I have carried on this war
Though no one wins an endless fight
I have claimed that God is guiding me
And killed to prove I'm right

What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong

Is this soul worth saving at all?
Cos' if I lose my wings then surely I must fall
And God'll faint, fall insane

We could wrestle with tomorrow
Till tomorrow's in the past
We could tear apart what's beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts

We could stay locked behind the doors
To show there's no way out
We got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt

What if we're wrong