Okay, back when I was younger, I heard a song on the radio and taped it. Tonight while I was going through my old tapes, I came across the song. Dying to find who actually sings it, I looked it up on google. No combination of words would work. It's a girl, probably in her teens. The song is about 5 or 6 years old, I think. It's very poppy, but so very catchy! I do live in Alberta, so it's quite possible that it is a Canadian song, or maybe ever Albertan. If you can identify this song, I would be so grateful! It's been bugging me for so long now!
UPDATE: I recorded a minute of the song onto my computer. The song isn't really high quality, but you'll be able to understand what she's saying, don't worry. Here's the link:
http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/95...teMeasures.mp3
And of course, here's the full lyrics to the song:
Of all the things about you,
I can't seem to get through, to your wounded soul.
I never could imagine,
just what it was that happened, that made you so cold, well.
Can't win that low,
bound to explode.
You lash out at me,
I'm gunna set you free!
Chorus:
Lying here beside you, knowing what you've gone through,
desperate measures call for desperate needs.
Every waking hour, every wilted flower,
desperate measures call for desperate dreams.
Don't ever think I'd doubt you,
just give me time to get through, so I can be your friend.
I'm not here to judge you,
just want a chance to love you, pull you back from the edge, well.
Can't win that low,
bound to explode.
You lash out at me,
I'm gunna set you free!
Chorus:
Lying here beside you, knowing what you've gone through,
desperate measures call for desperate needs.
Every waking hour, every wilted flower,
desperate measures call for desperate dreams.
And desperate measures,
desperate needs.
I don't wanna love you,
I wanna feel you loving me!
And desperate measures,
desperate dreams.
With the challenges we face in life,
I just want to feel!
Chorus:
Lying here beside you, knowing what you've gone through,
desperate measures call for desperate needs.
Every waking hour, every wilted flower,
desperate measures call for desperate dreams.
(Chorus repeats)