one thought
Exodus
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Lying in the dark on a friday night
the radio turned up just so lightly,
she whispered in my ear how much it meant.
the soft poetic verse slipped into thin air
and somehow reached her lips.
the song she sang would have lit the room.
thinking of me I said I'm sorry
and her eyes just asked me why
I looked deep into those eyes
those little midnight skies
and said...I'm sorry
it's not enough to be here
it's not enough to give
all the things i could put in
would just crumble in her presence.
i asked her what she thought
she said she wasn't really listening
i said that's ok... that's ok
that's ok by me.
the radio turned up just so lightly,
she whispered in my ear how much it meant.
the soft poetic verse slipped into thin air
and somehow reached her lips.
the song she sang would have lit the room.
thinking of me I said I'm sorry
and her eyes just asked me why
I looked deep into those eyes
those little midnight skies
and said...I'm sorry
it's not enough to be here
it's not enough to give
all the things i could put in
would just crumble in her presence.
i asked her what she thought
she said she wasn't really listening
i said that's ok... that's ok
that's ok by me.
Between the conception and the creation
Between the emotion and the response
Falls the shadow.
Between the emotion and the response
Falls the shadow.
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I agree, kind of like a wistful love song
a lot of the stuff i write is actually intended to be used in the music i write... so it probably will be sooner or later
Between the emotion and the response
Falls the shadow.