cloudy days...sadness with the absence of sunrays/
dark clouds bring rain like they bring pain/
monautonus everyday brings the same thaing/
im pondering what shes wondering/
... now,how... can i relate to her feelings/
im starring at the ceiling/ fro flat in the back/
 dancin slow with my arms in the low of her back/
lights low in the back,/
.. of the room exchange eye contact/
 and we back, from the dream i relax/
and in fact i got too many stacks to not produce any tracks/
 i just deal with the fact that i may not have her back/
 now look where im at/ back where i began,
pen in hand writing retorical love letters/
if i never met her would it be better?/
i think not/
 pen finishes thought with an ink dot/
and i got... the blues,/
 tears for you
fall like rain on my shoes/