..it wont even seem you've gone..
i stood there tonight
staring at the moon
it's full you know
the glass was cool to my touch
the sky was black
yet everything was lit up by the light of the moon
every so often a car would roll by
headlights shining in the night
then they faded
then all faded
thoughts filled my mind
first of him, then of You.
shouldnt it be the other way around?
or maybe not
isnt it good that thinking of him makes me think of you?
maybe not
time slows
i press my cheek against the hard, cool glass
the moon is amazing
the moon is full
every detail is standing out, grasping my attention
the crack in the window payne
the notes of the song on the radio
oh, they sound vaguely familiar, though i cant figure out why.
the rumbling in my stomach from not eating
the dog barking in the distance
the crickets chirping so loudly its as if i'm actually outside
im not. my cheek is still firmly placed against the glass that doesnt feel so cool anymore
is the glow of the moon fading, or is that just my imagination?
are my images of him fading?
time goes back to normal
whatever normal is
thoughts flood my mind once again
tumbling about every which way
things i want to say
things i should say
things im scared to say
i find myself in prayer
praying for a sign, for one of us to speak up
will it happen?
i dont know
i feel something
a chill shoots down my spine
"is someone there?"
i hear a whisper
"all in due time my child, all in due time"
i take my cheek off the window and it makes a funny noise
i quickly look over my shoulder to see who's talking to me
no one's there
"did that just happen" i wonder
am i going crazy, did i really just hear that or is the breeze in the trees playing tricks on me?
i dont know what to think.
what to do.
i suppose i will eventually
all in due time.
staring at the moon
it's full you know
the glass was cool to my touch
the sky was black
yet everything was lit up by the light of the moon
every so often a car would roll by
headlights shining in the night
then they faded
then all faded
thoughts filled my mind
first of him, then of You.
shouldnt it be the other way around?
or maybe not
isnt it good that thinking of him makes me think of you?
maybe not
time slows
i press my cheek against the hard, cool glass
the moon is amazing
the moon is full
every detail is standing out, grasping my attention
the crack in the window payne
the notes of the song on the radio
oh, they sound vaguely familiar, though i cant figure out why.
the rumbling in my stomach from not eating
the dog barking in the distance
the crickets chirping so loudly its as if i'm actually outside
im not. my cheek is still firmly placed against the glass that doesnt feel so cool anymore
is the glow of the moon fading, or is that just my imagination?
are my images of him fading?
time goes back to normal
whatever normal is
thoughts flood my mind once again
tumbling about every which way
things i want to say
things i should say
things im scared to say
i find myself in prayer
praying for a sign, for one of us to speak up
will it happen?
i dont know
i feel something
a chill shoots down my spine
"is someone there?"
i hear a whisper
"all in due time my child, all in due time"
i take my cheek off the window and it makes a funny noise
i quickly look over my shoulder to see who's talking to me
no one's there
"did that just happen" i wonder
am i going crazy, did i really just hear that or is the breeze in the trees playing tricks on me?
i dont know what to think.
what to do.
i suppose i will eventually
all in due time.