that little song...
...that you hum so sweetly,
is coming back to me,
sweetly.
We all wear clothes that are a little too big for us. Shoes too. Shoes that don't get us where we are going, but only falling down. We're just trying things out. Play it up, play it down. This maybe not be right, this maybe not be it, but it's all we've got for now. It makes me smile this small little smile out of the corner of my mouth. I like to play. I want to stop playing at these games, but please, please keep me dancing. This isn't quite old yet. I want to be dizzy, dancing in circles with all the edges blurring. Please keep it going. I want to keep looking out at the windows, clear, faded and clouded skys. I'm barely breathing. Running to the edges, together and holding myself back. But somehow, even though, it still feels like a dream.
is coming back to me,
sweetly.
We all wear clothes that are a little too big for us. Shoes too. Shoes that don't get us where we are going, but only falling down. We're just trying things out. Play it up, play it down. This maybe not be right, this maybe not be it, but it's all we've got for now. It makes me smile this small little smile out of the corner of my mouth. I like to play. I want to stop playing at these games, but please, please keep me dancing. This isn't quite old yet. I want to be dizzy, dancing in circles with all the edges blurring. Please keep it going. I want to keep looking out at the windows, clear, faded and clouded skys. I'm barely breathing. Running to the edges, together and holding myself back. But somehow, even though, it still feels like a dream.