things I have been thinking about
I saw her
I'm in here again.....
Inside my mind,
where there are shadows, others, flowers....
And she's over there,
the one I always want to see,
because she's beautiful and dangerous,
next to the tall, dark, memory of me.
She's sitting in a soft chair that smells like spring,
and she's ignoring my stare--
like a woman waiting and wanting to be chased.
I think she will look at me sooner or later....
but I pause and she never does.
She doesn't have to turn my way,
her love knows where I am,
We don't have to be found.
She stands and she goes,
like a pretty bird,
as she moves away from the sounds of my past feelings.
She's gone again,
and I'm in here,
I'm in here,
but I saw her,
I saw her.
Inside my mind,
where there are shadows, others, flowers....
And she's over there,
the one I always want to see,
because she's beautiful and dangerous,
next to the tall, dark, memory of me.
She's sitting in a soft chair that smells like spring,
and she's ignoring my stare--
like a woman waiting and wanting to be chased.
I think she will look at me sooner or later....
but I pause and she never does.
She doesn't have to turn my way,
her love knows where I am,
We don't have to be found.
She stands and she goes,
like a pretty bird,
as she moves away from the sounds of my past feelings.
She's gone again,
and I'm in here,
I'm in here,
but I saw her,
I saw her.
