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You'll always be here, under the moonlight and in my thoughts. By the dockside your golden hair shined bright. Two hearts sitting close by the new river, down by riverside. I'll always remember us in the sun, now I'm shining through your blue eyes. Blue like the summer sky. The light of every grove. That's something we both know. The leaves still sway although we're letting go. Beneath the sky and in the trees, white flowers. One will outshine the others. Throughout the trees, a flower.
Learn through silver, it's cold to touch. Wire and springs aren't much for recollection. Heart is scheduled and predictable, but I've figured out it out though it's microscopic. So catch me. So catch me if I fall into the ground. So catch me now. Endless knowledge though emotionless conversation fails. I know you're in there. Luminescence reflects my words but it's never-ending. Gazing up, ingest the sunlight, and it's gone. But where'd it go? You can smile now. No one's looking. They won't believe you had. I can see through the hard shell. A soft interior you hide well and now it's gone again. Not complex circuitry. It's what you can't see that's more receiving now. Don't catch me. Don't catch me when I fall into the ground. Don't catch me now. Gazing up, ingest the sunlight, and it's here. It's everlasting. Hold still. They'll believe you. I know they will.
At 1:00 AM I'm home while writing you. It's almost winter but it's warmer than June with only five hours away from here and a trip I'm looking forward to. I think I might be seeing you soon. That morning I woke up on Sunday next to tree tops. Off of orange. Across the way. Happy birthday. I'm happy that you're here with me. A home with only the two of us. There's no other place I'd rather be. Since I've met you it's all seemed right. Now I'm longing for that November night. I've said it all. Every word I mean and I just want you back. I miss you. So wherever you're at I'll make you see that I just want you back. I miss you.
Emptiness filled the room like the haunted. I don't know for sure but was this what he wanted? Living day by day, but he's down. Feeling free like the wind. Let the ghosts in along with the traders. All whom have parted. Well, I know for sure that this is what he wanted. To carry through each and every day, but he's down. Feeling free like the wind, to fly where the water meets the sky.
From sea to sea, a bridge lies between you and me. Walk across this road in harmony when songbirds sing. Deep blue sky. In my dream I could almost fly. But I don't even have to try when songbirds sing. When my world caves in, I'll find peace within hearing your voice again when songbirds sing. When my world caves in and the lights go dim, hearing your voice again brings comfort to me. A comfort so soothing to me. As soothing as this melody when songbirds sing. Eventide, wash away all these deep blue nights. Happiness won't seem to pass you by when songbirds are singing.
In seventy-five, I stood there and cried. A walk to the edge, a song is written to tell your story. A walk to the edge. It's how I remember things, it's how I missed it. And how do I move on when time has stopped? For too long, I've been thinking it's time to move on. And I'm sinking. Again I can kiss and I'm crawling from the abyss. I've been saving up for this. I'm still in love. This disk will store my programmed treasures. Only thoughts now, I can't erase my programmed treasures. It's how I remember things. It's how I lost it and how I will get there now that you're gone?
First things first my friend, a change. He says that words are meaningless, useless. You wanted to sing the perfect song. A song of love. One to remind you of the true meaning. Tomorrow, the day will bring you life. He says the sun in him don't shine, so I'll wash in the morning unrise until your world descends round and round. You'll spin again then suddenly you seem still 'cause your heart's not filled. Can you breathe if every heart's broken? Take my air to seal all despair so we can breathe tomorrow. When you finally get across, you can wash the past like rain that's washed. If someone asks, "Where has he gone?" tell them, I'm at home.
Heading out, city limits. Past the lights. Think of the years. All my life, I've been here but they don't know me anymore. Not a sound. I know I'm fine while I hear static on the radio. Colors in stereo. It's now clearer. Thoughts are focusing. Things are better and softer. Words mean more, much more to me. They ask about me like they care. I'm just a novelty. They're not like me. Driving faster, 45. Still not a sound. Their grip is looser now. Much looser now. I know I'm fine, with static on the radio. I'm gone.
I'm not saying anything this time to stop you. Instead, I'll just sit back from here and watch you. I always thought you'd take your troubles somewhere else but each discussion just seems more and more ridiculous. My eyes are open. I'll be up all night. If you plan to leave, don't bother with the light. Quarter 'till my mind is racing. Half past still, my body's facing the door - you left it open in retaliation. I was here for you with no reciprocation. Just don't leave tonight, so I can sleep.
A gift of goodwill wrapped with a ribbon of love. Forever and ever, Christmas Day will be the day our live will come together. Christmas Day will be the day our love will come together. This holiday, two winter years ago, touched by a rose. As that morning closed the warmth of this winters told, I'll never ever forget her. Christmas Day will be the day our love will come together. This holiday, two winters ago, touched by a rose.