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Strange Kind of Peace
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Alexandre from Toronto, Canada, is that rare songwriter whose composing inspiration and virtuoso guitar playing fuses his traditional rock-music heritage with j
Alexandre from Toronto, Canada, is that rare songwriter whose composing inspiration and virtuoso guitar playing fuses his traditional rock-music heritage with jazz and modern pop rhythms into a seamless stream of captivating sounds. Alexander creates his music right from his heart, and all of his songs come with "super-catchy" melodies. Alexander has a strong approach to make hit songs and memorable instrumental tracks in various genres.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative Indie
Charts
Peak #132
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
Alexandre Molodkov/Nancy Gorman
Rights
Alexandre Molodkov
Uploaded
September 20, 2014
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.8 MB 160 kbps 4:10
Lyrics
Darling I’ve been resting in a strange kind of peace Ever since you went away I haunt those heavy streets Up and down the road I trace your every step Even while I lie in dream in this half empty bed My love I’ve been waiting to hear your voice again To see you come around the corner and end me of this pain But you never left a word and I don’t think you’re coming back I can’t wait to hear the words you had to leave unsaid It’s the touch of your hand; it’s your breath on my neck It’s the things I don’t want to remember but afraid to forget and will never forget and I guess this is for forever cause love just don’t decease Forever, ever resting in a strange kind of peace Forever, ever resting in a strange kind of peace My love I’ve been resting in a strange kind of peace Dreaming of the day that we’re due again to meet Often love is not enough to make somebody stay Why did you have to come so close before you went away? Darling I’ve been resting in a strange kind of peace Everynight I see our ghosts dancing in the streets Memories they echo through the town out of my head I wish that you could tell me how I lost something I never had It’s the touch of your hand; it’s your breath on my neck It’s the things I don’t want to remember but afraid to forget and will never forget and I guess this is for forever cause love just don’t decease Forever, ever resting in a strange kind of peace Forever, ever resting in a strange kind of peace Forever, ever resting in a strange kind of peace
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