Feb 29, 2008 17:26
come sit in your chair
let me kiss your lips pink
with the table to your left
and to your right, the sink
oh to resist you
how i lasted so long
what a thing to do
while my heart beat your song
waiting isn't like torture
waiting's more like a fear
that you'll be gone
that you might disappear
and in days between
i still catch your rays
i still see your light
i still walk your maze
thoughts of you make me smile true
my inhibitions thrown to wind
in some time you'll clean me
and free me from my sin
if this is the start
this point like a pin
if that's where we end
when does life begin
the only difference is,
i outsmarted my passion then
the difference is,
now you're asking to pretend
and my mind runs amok again
i remember i drove to get a coke
and i thought that i might have to smoke
but i remembered what it took for her to quit
the sun poured the best kind of light
on the worst kind of day
and to a point i felt it was trite
in its begging for us to stay
i sat in the pew thinking of my sins
looking from the casket to a child
no matter what, life still begins
the happy blue eyes, the hair so wild
i kissed grandma at the end, remembering the waves
and i hugged my aunt and my father
and in the heat we walked among the graves
and on the car ride home i cried in my hands
i dreamed of a place where those waves and their sands
would wash over me endlessly and hide me away
i returned on a flight to anywhere
and found you waiting on a kitchen chair
like an angel, you, a light shown bright
and then we talked all through the night
suddenly, someone sent to me
at the height of a faithless run
as if they loaded bullets with glee
and shot me with that gun
my head said "keep your guard and wait"
but soon i did capitulate
this my best attempt to articulate
a belief that our meeting was fate
you've got a strong point for how you were treated
but when all that's grown in between has receded
we'll look at each other, and feeling completed
we'll admit then that we are in love