And when I see you, I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around
It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a willow tree,
Who's tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall.
Love of mine some day you will die,
But I'll be close behind.
I'll follow you into the dark.
How I wish you could see the potential,
the potential of you and me.
It's like a book elegantly bound but,
in a language that you can't read.
Jealousy rides with me
Such a faithful companion no one could be
And he sits on my shoulder
And whispers the things that make me so bitter its sick
If I could open my arms,
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are,
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson.
I once knew a girl in the years of my youth,
With eyes like the summer: all beauty and truth.
But in the morning I fled; left a note and it read,
I want to live where soul meets body ,
And let the sun wrap its arms around me,
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing,
And feel, feel what it's like to be new.
The glove compartment is inaccurately named,
And everybody knows it.
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change.
The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up and let it out
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
And it came to me then that every plan,
Is a tiny prayer to father time,
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU,
That reeked of piss and 409.
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground.
And start new when your heart is an empty room.
With walls of the deepest blue.