the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I can see a little bit of your face
In those stars
I can hear a little bit of your voice
In the rustling trees
I can taste a little bit of your lips
On my lips
Am I going mad?
Walking past the car
Keys in my hand
Looking up at strangers
Did you call my name?
Find me some words
Find me a phrase
A book that explains
All this away
'Cause I don't know how . . .
I can hear a little bit of your charm
In my laugh
I can feel a little bit of your touch
In my grasp
I can hold a little bit of your hope
In my dreams
Am I going mad?
Walking past the car
Keys in my hand
Looking up a strangers
Did you call my name?
Find me some words
Find me a phrase
A book that explains
All this away
'Cause I don't know how . . .
I've spent my days
Searching
For a home that surrounds
Eases the soul
All the time
All this wandering
For a place
Four walls, a roof, a porch that creaks with the weight
When
All I needed was
You
I found the words
I found a phrase
It's not a book that explains
The way
The way
I can feel a little bit of your heart
In my heart
I can hold a little bit of your love
In my love
My love.
Ysreal's song to Mina
wait for me
AN NA
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