View From The Balcony
Well, in the end my friend, we will all be together again
Clutching onto my hand, in a valley we’ll stand, just living again
And in a while we’ll smile, march on another mile
On hallowed hills, attached to the land we’ll be still
No one’s ever gonna say a thing
And we’ll be together, together again
Taking off to the city on down
Just a while ago my soul was confused, amused at what it did not know
Days went by, and amusement cried, I decide to let
My soul fly on by itself, pick happiness up and bring it back to the shelf
We’ll be okay one day, in a valley we will stay
No more moving on
I knew it was right here all along
Won’t have to hold your crown, no more looking around
Just holding you tight in the city on down
Just a while ago my soul was confused, amused at what it did not know
But days went by and amusement cried
I decide it’s time, I got to move on now
But I was so scared
I was frightened, somewhat enlightened
So I changed shoes
Now I walk through a valley of color much better than the other
Way I did not know, but now we can be united
Miracle, miracle sighted, and I’m pulling it in
I know by now we can all walk together at a regular speed
Do you dare to be excited, are you somewhat delighted?
Are you aware somewhat delighted?
At what you did not know
Let’s take it to the city on down
“City on Down” by OAR

It’s the last dance, we’ve come to the last dance
They’re dimming the lights down, they’re hoping we’ll go
It’s obvious they’re aware of us, the pair of us
Alone on the floor
Still I want to hold you like this forever and more

It the last song, they’re playing the last song
The orchestra’s yawning, they’re sleepy I know
They’re wondering just when will we leave, but till we leave
Keep holding me tight
Through the last dance, each beat of the last dance
And save me the first dance in your dreams tonight

“The Last Dance” by Frank Sinatra
But I’ll still believe though there’s cracks you’ll see,
When I’m on my knees I’ll still believe,
And when I’ve hit the ground, neither lost nor found,
If you’ll believe in me I’ll still believe
from “Holland Road” by Mumford and Sons

With skin too tight and eyes like marbles
You spin me high so watch me as I glide
Before I tumble homeward, homeward

I know I’ve tried I was not stable
And flawed by pride I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up
Breathe in and breathe out

So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

“Lover of the Light,”  Babel by Mumford & Sons. And if you want a good cry, watch this music video starring and directed by Idris Elba 
But I like to think
I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I’ve been cheated on
And it’s nice to know
When I was left for dead
I was found and now I don’t roam these streets
I am not the ghost you are to me.
from “Carry On,” Some Nights by FUN.
This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style.
from “Some Nights” by FUN.
They wanna get my…
They wanna get my
Gold on the ceiling
I ain’t blind
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It’s alright
Ain’t no guard in my house
from “Gold on the ceiling” by The Black Keys
I spoke to her briefly about a fear of centrifugal motion.
She said, “Once you find the center, we’re all spinning and reeling with devotion.”
And I’m perfectly content to be lost with no moon in the ocean.
Just as long as I’m free…
from “Centrifugal Motion” by Harper Blynn

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they’d just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don’t know anymore…

from “Some Nights” by Fun.

I’ve got the dynamo of volition
With po-pole position
Automatic transmission with lo-ow emissions
I’m a brand new addition to the old edition
With the love unconditional.

I’m a drama abolitionist
Damn no opposition to my proposition
Half of a man, half magician
Half a politician holding the mic
Like ammunition
And my vision is as simple as light.

Ain’t no reason we should be in a fight
No demolition
Get to vote, get to say what you like
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Heck is for the people not believin’ in gosh

from ”The Dynamo Of Volition” by Jason Mraz