r-r-r-r-rubbish..
i have to confess that i didnt find these words, they found me.
when i looked all around and realized i didnt have a single place to turn to,
they found me.
as i tore away the wrapping paper of old memories
these words sounded like a warm bed after a long day
they told me a story to cure the aches and breaks of this young heart
and in this story i met you
back in the seventh grade it was ten days but with you i see decades
when i put my ear to the door of your heart and listened
i heard the red scent of your hair flowing over your crest white smile and
most days i don't know where im going but
i found that your voice sounds like everywhere i want to be
you might like coffee i might like tea but what intrigues me is all our possibilities
so i admit the way i said hello and shook your hand was exceptionally presumptuous
but when i look at you, i see us
and i've always been told to play the hand i was dealt but i would fold with you into a cocoon of arms and legs
we could ride this summer breeze to the end of the day because
i think most days the sun comes up just to pass by you
and before i had the chance to say goodnight, you turned and whispered
"you make me happier than a starfish with a fresh peach"
and in this story happiness isnt a goal its when i'm with you
so i folded up these words into a paper airplane and flew myself straight to the places i always look for you
please excuse this impatience but before you i was a regular patient
where fantasies were my remedies
and maybe that sound i hear is god laughing at my plans
but i made my own list with my own words and checked it more than twice
number one is you and number two is the rest of my life
when i looked all around and realized i didnt have a single place to turn to,
they found me.
as i tore away the wrapping paper of old memories
these words sounded like a warm bed after a long day
they told me a story to cure the aches and breaks of this young heart
and in this story i met you
back in the seventh grade it was ten days but with you i see decades
when i put my ear to the door of your heart and listened
i heard the red scent of your hair flowing over your crest white smile and
most days i don't know where im going but
i found that your voice sounds like everywhere i want to be
you might like coffee i might like tea but what intrigues me is all our possibilities
so i admit the way i said hello and shook your hand was exceptionally presumptuous
but when i look at you, i see us
and i've always been told to play the hand i was dealt but i would fold with you into a cocoon of arms and legs
we could ride this summer breeze to the end of the day because
i think most days the sun comes up just to pass by you
and before i had the chance to say goodnight, you turned and whispered
"you make me happier than a starfish with a fresh peach"
and in this story happiness isnt a goal its when i'm with you
so i folded up these words into a paper airplane and flew myself straight to the places i always look for you
please excuse this impatience but before you i was a regular patient
where fantasies were my remedies
and maybe that sound i hear is god laughing at my plans
but i made my own list with my own words and checked it more than twice
number one is you and number two is the rest of my life