The New Album

Sung (mutilated and condensed) to the tune of “I Bring You to my Senses”

Here alone
I wish it was here to hold.
Time is moving much too slow, without it.
When I can’t see it.
I can almost hear it.
Please…bring…it…to…me

I play your other CD’s…CD’s
I know them all by heart somehow.
Please, I need a new one now.
I’d kiss it with my lips.

Save me from going senseless…senseless
I need it more than ever now.
I would love you anyhow,
You sang me thru the flu.

Bring your album to my senses…senses.
Bring your album to my senses…senses.

I lie awake,
and wish that time would melt away.
I wish I had the CD case sitting next to me.

When I can’t hear you,
I just don’t feel near you.
Please…bring…it…to…me.

I wonder what the chance is…chance is
You’d put it in the mail today.

I see it when I close my eyes.
I feel it on my fingertips.
I’d kiss it with my lips.

I bring the CD to my senses.

When the studio can’t release it,
I see it, I feel it,
I can almost hear it.

If you find it
bring..it…to…me.

I look everywhere I go
and even in Wal-Mart, alone
I look for it again.

Please relieve my music tenseness…tenseness.
Please relieve my music tenseness…tenseness.

~Marie