One love....
Was she just a dream that went south?....
Did I ask too much in too short a time?....
I have only one life to do what I should....
And I thought you were good for me.....
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Guitars unsettle souls....
stars vibrate through keyholes....
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You illuminated the words I could not find....
Your tears fell on my skin like pain....
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At the edge of hearing a harp....
Cries at the edge of hearing....
A harp cries....
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It all started with on kiss on the neck....
With a little laughter....
With a little bit of rain ....
A saxophone wails like a lost dog....
Hiding in a tunnel....
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I try to imagine a world without you....
I wander through my head....
for the complicated web that trapped me....
I couldn’t save us from time....
so I tuned you from my mind....
Hands slowly rub the edge of a bongo....
Tap lightly, increasing slightly....
Until the rain falls off a clay roof....
In torrents of pain....
Sand flows through an hour glass like dread....
I unravel this latest mistake ....
And count the curls of thread on the floor....
This was a war I never wanted....
Am I addicted to that door ....
A flute breathes uneasily ....
In the sleazy light of morning....
When campaigns forget their purpose....
And follow the flute breathing....
Uneasily in the fog....
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You are unusually hard to hold on to you know....
I won’t write another love song....
not for all the wrong reasons....
Not for any reason at all....
I won’t commit treason again....
I won’t cultivate love in the wrong season....
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A solo piano....
A ballad baked between dirty drums and....
Ironic orchestration....
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We have no chance in this....
So you say....
Why do I continue to resist....
’cause I don’t want to love you anymore....
But I still get confused by thoughts of you....
and I stand at the bar hoping your will rescue me....
If I only remembered what we were fighting for....
I would stop and promise not to hurt you anymore....
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An anonymous thumb slides up the G string....
And growls a deep and mournful growl....
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You were not a token for others to see....
I just wanted you to hold me....
I wanted to be gripped by the dream of you....
I wanted to be lost in your darkness....
In all the worlds we created....
I can’t forget you....
I watched as fear stole you from my bed....
And now my heartbeats seem overdue ....
How can I let you go....
How can I let you go....
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A bitch’n base line....
Bosses the lyrics from a cliché....
boisterously battering the down beats....
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I know I’ve lost you....
that you’re already gone....
Can you find a way back?....
Is there still a little memory of me in you?....
I wake up at night to thoughts of your smile....
It sure has been awhile....
Have too many summers passed....
For any innocence to last?....
Did you listen to your heart?....
Do you still cry from the trip that fell apart?....
Why didn’t you ever say goodbye? ....
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Guide guitars....
Guide spirits....
Gone or going going....
Gone....
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I would have heard it if you said it....
such a simple word to say....
I still pray that I’ll hear....
Some day along the way....
That it will float to me on a southern wind....
And tell me where you have been....
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There is too much noise to make out any note....
A cacophony of character clad in brass and synth....
Guitar and....
Gun....
A loud bang from the timpani ....
Suddenly....
As if the trumpets didn’t deserve any more notes....
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I don’t know where I’m going....
And I certainly don’t know why....
But I still wonder why you didn’t say goodbye.....
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A violin weeps in the wings....
Wondering why the orchestra has not joined it....
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I will not surrender....
It seems I’m still in love with you....
Isn’t that touching if it’s true?....
I’m still blue, but I was one of the chosen few....
Who almost loved you.....
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Brushes....
Rake over a cymbal....
three times....
The brushes rake over a cymbal....
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I’m suddenly part of your past....
A part that didn’t last....
It certainly wasn’t from a lack of trying....
From any investment in apathy....
If you could have heard me crying....
You would know it wasn’t just about me.....
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A harpsichord....
Ancient and redolent....
Lays down a new dimension in daunting detail....
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These are the things I would rearrange:....
I would bring our lives more near....
I would make my love more dear....
I would find new ways to surprise you....
I would resolve every issue....
With a kiss, and I wouldn’t be the one to disengage....
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Improvisation it seems....
From a clarinet....
Clearly unleashed from its constraints....
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I wouldn’t disregard....
or discard....
I wish we had gone into overtime....
because you’re on my mind....
because you’ve made me lose mind....
A Chinese gong....
Goes gregarious....
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I am afraid because of you ....
I feel like I disobeyed....
That love’s a masquerade.....
Was your sweet smile always fake?....
Did you always intend heart break?....
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Heartbeats drum....
With fits and starts....
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I want to walk in the world ....
Beautiful girl....
Perhaps when I’m older....
I hold her again....
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Nothing like it....
Nothing like it....
A mournful saxophone....
Solo recursively reflecting....
On its owner’s soul....
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Do I suddenly see....
why this means so much to me?....
Do I see your shadows on my wall?....
You know, for a while I seemed a little unwell....
can you still tell?....
Can you please try and stay a little while?....
See, maybe you will see,....
if you can still think of me and....
how we used to be.....
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