he sang as if he knew me
there's a girl in california, everyday she runs two miles
cause she wants to know how far she has to go to get a smile
and she loves it when it's raining, cause the world just won't keep still
you can find her with an open book beside the windowsill
but she is not in love - we could have been the best of friends
but it's so hard to know - where friendship ends
songs're nothing more than shadows, i can't seem to make them stick
i tried soap on silhouettes but they have vanished just as quick
still my heart rings out to tell this tale while it's still white as snow
oh, i warn you it may not end up where I tell it to go
interlude
she was born in 84, we met in 99
and ever since i've tried to find a way to make her mine
but she always went for older men with children and a wife
i wrote poems for her but she said that they hurt her like a knife
cause we were...
she said she needed someone to keep her head in line
or she dropped her precious things on bathroom tiles to keep from crying
i wished that i could help her or at least could make her laugh
but i know that sensitivity's a sorrow-ridden path
and we were...
in the first snowstorm of winter i confessed my soul to her
but tragedy's trajectory was fast approaching earth
with dylan in the backround singing "sundown, yellow moon..."
she spoke the words i yearned to hear they could not have come too soon
she said i'm in love - but when i began to swoon
she frowned and sighed - but not with you
on a sunday they were married, monday she said to me
isn't it contrary how the shoreline meets the sea
i asked her what she meant by that, she just shrugged and smiled
oh i think i'll best be going, i see you after a while
oh she was not in love - i could see it in her eyes
it's the kind of truth - you can't disguise
i'm gonna move to new york city, try to find myself a band
if only i could sing the way my little sister can
gonna sleep with mirrors in my arms, play the hand that i've been dealt
my love, if you should see her, you can keep her for yourself
cause we are not in love - we could have been the best of friends
but it's so hard to tell - where friendship ends
and then he looked right through me
cause she wants to know how far she has to go to get a smile
and she loves it when it's raining, cause the world just won't keep still
you can find her with an open book beside the windowsill
but she is not in love - we could have been the best of friends
but it's so hard to know - where friendship ends
songs're nothing more than shadows, i can't seem to make them stick
i tried soap on silhouettes but they have vanished just as quick
still my heart rings out to tell this tale while it's still white as snow
oh, i warn you it may not end up where I tell it to go
interlude
she was born in 84, we met in 99
and ever since i've tried to find a way to make her mine
but she always went for older men with children and a wife
i wrote poems for her but she said that they hurt her like a knife
cause we were...
she said she needed someone to keep her head in line
or she dropped her precious things on bathroom tiles to keep from crying
i wished that i could help her or at least could make her laugh
but i know that sensitivity's a sorrow-ridden path
and we were...
in the first snowstorm of winter i confessed my soul to her
but tragedy's trajectory was fast approaching earth
with dylan in the backround singing "sundown, yellow moon..."
she spoke the words i yearned to hear they could not have come too soon
she said i'm in love - but when i began to swoon
she frowned and sighed - but not with you
on a sunday they were married, monday she said to me
isn't it contrary how the shoreline meets the sea
i asked her what she meant by that, she just shrugged and smiled
oh i think i'll best be going, i see you after a while
oh she was not in love - i could see it in her eyes
it's the kind of truth - you can't disguise
i'm gonna move to new york city, try to find myself a band
if only i could sing the way my little sister can
gonna sleep with mirrors in my arms, play the hand that i've been dealt
my love, if you should see her, you can keep her for yourself
cause we are not in love - we could have been the best of friends
but it's so hard to tell - where friendship ends
and then he looked right through me
ruebefrei - 13. Mai, 11:48
