Apr 12, 2006 12:44
heard your mama
said love can't be translated through a telephone
'cause it comes out all twisted like a DNA strand
well this is what we're made up out of
and i've got enough sunshine to squeeze the rain out of clouds
so we can all dance awkwardly
in the dark no one can see each other's shoes
stepping on shadows
nor can they see our lips synchronized in slowmotion
pianos are bulky, i'll take
my ukulele with me when i go on tour
and i'll send DNA strands through
a billion feet of telephone wire if
i have to. and all the unspoken letters of sentences
are just magnets on the fridge: seen everyday when you take
the milk out, but never touched
i'd like to overdose on your love
no prescription is needed, not even dealers have what i need
it's the kind of love that needs
to be grown in mountains
and illegally smuggled via hot air balloons