Friday, September 30, 2005

lover

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mournersParading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with waterAnd maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrongBut tonight you’re on my mind so you never knowWhen I’m broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed itWhere are you tonight, child you know how much I need itToo young to hold on and too old to just break free and runSometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his funAnd much too blind to see the damage he’s doneSometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-oneSo I’ll wait for you... and I’ll burnWill I ever see your sweet returnOh will I ever learnOh lover, you should’ve come over’cause it’s not too lateLonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain inBurning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with himMy body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never comeIt’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulderIt’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against herIt’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughterIt’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul foreverWell maybe I’m just too youngTo keep good love from going wrongOh... lover, you should’ve come over’cause it’s not too lateWell I feel too young to hold onAnd I’m much too old to break free and runToo deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I’ve doneSweet lover, you should’ve come overOh, love well I’m waiting for youLover, you should’ve come over’cause it’s not too late....

this one too...maybe moreso then the last. i guess you could say i just like the album...grace.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

me too.
if you were my lover, would you come over?
i guess you would if you knew me!

12:04 am  

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