Individual Thought Patterns
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
The luckiest
I'd forgotten how amazing that song was. These past two days have been fairly boring and not drawn out. Sitting around, eating...the normal winter stuff. School has been out though which is a good thing as i refuse to do my homework...ever pretty much. I've been on a tangent of listening to strictly death metal and acoustic emo. I figure they cancel each other out. I watched life is Beautiful to do and I had forgotten also what a touching movie it is. It's so sad but yet slightly uplifting at the same time. it definitely leaves plenty of food for thought. I can already tell it's just going to be one of those weeks...weekends...months, whatever. It's probably going to suck.
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
The luckiest
I'd forgotten how amazing that song was. These past two days have been fairly boring and not drawn out. Sitting around, eating...the normal winter stuff. School has been out though which is a good thing as i refuse to do my homework...ever pretty much. I've been on a tangent of listening to strictly death metal and acoustic emo. I figure they cancel each other out. I watched life is Beautiful to do and I had forgotten also what a touching movie it is. It's so sad but yet slightly uplifting at the same time. it definitely leaves plenty of food for thought. I can already tell it's just going to be one of those weeks...weekends...months, whatever. It's probably going to suck.