Confused Lyrics, Ripped Choruses, and Silent Sentiments
I.
And when I close my eyes, it's you and me walking down the street
Holding hands, fingers sweetly interlaced
You would stroke my hair and
Lightly brush those thin, soft lips all over my face
You hold me close and tight and whisper those
Words that mean everything to me
Everything to me
But when it's all gone down to happily ever after
I'd have to open my eyes to bitter,
Light and sweet tears, 'cause it was all
Just one of those dreams
II.
That moment when your lips
Brushed my cheeks
When you held me so close
When you almost put your lips on mine
III.
Could've worked if we'd had that dance
But I left too soon
And you hoped too late
IV.
What happened? Strange,
That moment when it dawned on me
You weren't the one anymore
Not you; he.
V.
Surprise and bliss blended
Hours on end of holding hands
Beneath the pillows, and the covers
Of linen and darkness
VI.
I'd like to rewind back nine minutes when we parted on the station crossing
Go back to that old Manila walk where we held hands
One whole hour ago through dinner was how my heart raced on and on
And with a year or two that passed by, I just ask myself
What took us so damn long
VII.
I act just fine
But it hurts like knives
When you throw that casual goodbye
Knowing what I feel
But with care less than none
There are cold, grey shades
Caressing my bare arms
They are cold, empty fingers
That make me hollow
I wish it otherwise
VIII.
Today, I learned--and proved--that wishful thinking isn't always wishful. It's almost been a week that I've been wishing for you to stand beside me, walk beside me, hold my hand again. Or just be close as we board the train and go home together at eight, but you went ahead and I was left behind, for one reason or another. So I felt bad and selfishly sorry for myself, sucked it up and on the boarding station, I imagined you would suddenly appear, but I hugged myself and knew it was lost all over again--that I would think painfully about you all the way home. But just when I was in mid-thought of being in sad solitude, you were suddenly walking towards me from the other end of the station. You were smiling. I couldn't help but smile back and enjoy the rest of the ride.
So much for wishful thinking.
IX.
If it is fading
For you; not for me
Well, how fast you change
And think, and feel
And how frustrating
If it is so.
--
Awkward to know I wrote these things down.
And when I close my eyes, it's you and me walking down the street
Holding hands, fingers sweetly interlaced
You would stroke my hair and
Lightly brush those thin, soft lips all over my face
You hold me close and tight and whisper those
Words that mean everything to me
Everything to me
But when it's all gone down to happily ever after
I'd have to open my eyes to bitter,
Light and sweet tears, 'cause it was all
Just one of those dreams
II.
That moment when your lips
Brushed my cheeks
When you held me so close
When you almost put your lips on mine
III.
Could've worked if we'd had that dance
But I left too soon
And you hoped too late
IV.
What happened? Strange,
That moment when it dawned on me
You weren't the one anymore
Not you; he.
V.
Surprise and bliss blended
Hours on end of holding hands
Beneath the pillows, and the covers
Of linen and darkness
VI.
I'd like to rewind back nine minutes when we parted on the station crossing
Go back to that old Manila walk where we held hands
One whole hour ago through dinner was how my heart raced on and on
And with a year or two that passed by, I just ask myself
What took us so damn long
VII.
I act just fine
But it hurts like knives
When you throw that casual goodbye
Knowing what I feel
But with care less than none
There are cold, grey shades
Caressing my bare arms
They are cold, empty fingers
That make me hollow
I wish it otherwise
VIII.
Today, I learned--and proved--that wishful thinking isn't always wishful. It's almost been a week that I've been wishing for you to stand beside me, walk beside me, hold my hand again. Or just be close as we board the train and go home together at eight, but you went ahead and I was left behind, for one reason or another. So I felt bad and selfishly sorry for myself, sucked it up and on the boarding station, I imagined you would suddenly appear, but I hugged myself and knew it was lost all over again--that I would think painfully about you all the way home. But just when I was in mid-thought of being in sad solitude, you were suddenly walking towards me from the other end of the station. You were smiling. I couldn't help but smile back and enjoy the rest of the ride.
So much for wishful thinking.
IX.
If it is fading
For you; not for me
Well, how fast you change
And think, and feel
And how frustrating
If it is so.
--
Awkward to know I wrote these things down.