Lover Give In To Me

This is a photo I took of an old piano in my sister's house.

 I wrote this song in 1997 while listening to the album "Under the Table and Dreaming" by The Dave Matthews Band.  It's one of the very few songs I have music for.  Strangely enough, though the rhythm  and timing are much different, this song can be sung over "Lover Lay Down."  It almost sounds like the character in my song is talking to the character in his song.  Dave is a huge inspiration to me as a lyricist, as well as my biggest influence.  Which is why I titled my blog after one of his lyrics, which I also have tattooed on my arm.


lover give in to me

stumbled words
a distant stare
a troubled state of mind
you drift away

my soul stirred
you know it's there
don't be unkind
with the things you say

lover give in to me
let yourself go
don't build these walls
only so much I can take

don't let this be
why take this road
your court, your ball
always been your game

with a simple "hello"
you came into my world
but you hesitate
you resist me

don't let go
as our love unfolds
holding me at bay
lover give in to me

you're insatiable
you fill me up
shine like the sun
lover give in to me

I'm fragile
a china cup
come be the one
to put me at ease

you want to be free
my love won't bind
no ball, no chain
stay, I beg you please

lover give in to me
don't be so blind
I hate this pain
can you feel the breeze?

still I hurt
tears stain my face
only you can give in
will you ever see?

I'm out of words
I've stated my case
will I ever win
lover give in to me

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