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Leaving traces of each other in the rooms of one another
A hair tie, a lighter, a hat wouldn’t want to forget that feeling of being next to you.
It was foggy the night I told you, but I remember it clearly
Heading somewhere from Elsewhere, it was late.
Just as trite as it is true, I’m lucky to be in love with you.
Wake up to you tangled in my sheets;
one, two, three, four, five more kisses please.
Running late but they can wait until we’re done.
Every now and then I zone out until you say my name out loud,
« hello, where did you go, welcome back,
Do you want to interact, If you don’t I won’t be mad. »
Whether they are good or bad certain words you can’t take back
And now you know that I love you and would like to see this through
This is not a guarantee that we will always make each other happy.
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Lately I’ve been thinking our ears are better off ringing
Side effects might be alarming, if the superstition weren’t so charming
We met up at the park between the fountain and the arch
It was long overdue from my point of view so I approached you.
There’s a hidden field in my mind planted with memories growing nowhere
I lay in the grass and watch the little dove who likes to fly there
What we’ve built might not hold, the bees are trapped in their combs.
You see I’ve mistook the two and confused honey for glue.
I still think about you baby, I think about you all the time.
Maybe I should do less thinking. I think that’d get you off my mind.
I’m so over through with done with this
I’ve moved on grew up grew out of it.
Ask my friends they’ll say I’m full of shit.
There was a hidden field in my mind planted with memories growing nowhere my time there has now passed like the little dove who used to fly there.
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I can’t distinguish what I like best from this constellation of events
Star to star, bar to bar, three diamonds are on the door
Your can and my cup are first to touch
occasionally our legs and hands touch
Until we lean in, decided to close out,
you walk me home, do I invite you up?
I can’t distinguish what I like best the nervous first times or what might come next. I
hope my head will agree with the heart that’s on my sleeve.
We talk on the phone now and you tell me about your day
We hold hands in the street now, you kiss me on the subway
We stay up all night now, two beers and an ash tray
Constantly surprised how you say things I thought only I thought
It feels so fragile and delicate so I’ll be careful with all of it.
Your can and my cup were first to touch along the way things started to change
This petty pace from day to day has turned into a race
The finish line my place.
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Where’s the eraser I’m drawn to you, where do I stand if I’ve fallen for you?
Oui, j’ai un feu mais c’est un feu pour vous, est-ce que vous m’aimez ou pas du tout?
I felt like, I felt like marble, I felt like marble in your hands.
Sculpted so, sculpted so careful, sculpted so carefully by you.
Hand me the scissors I’m hung up on you, maybe from below I’ll have a better view.
Oui, j’ai un feu mais c’est un feu pour vous, est-ce que vous m’aimez ou pas du tout?
I felt like, I felt like marble, I felt like marble in your hands.
These feelings, These feelings aren’t, these feelings aren’t part of the deal.
Would you please me understand
was it because it was unplanned
are all feelings secondhand
cause I feel your heart beat in your hand.
Tell me does this mean a thing?
Where’s the eraser I’m drawn to you, where do I stand if I’ve fallen for you?
Oui, j’ai un feu mais c’est un feu pour vous, est-ce que vous m’aimez ou pas du tout?
I felt like, I felt like marble, I felt like marble in your hands.
These feelings, These feelings aren’t, these feelings aren’t part of the deal.
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