As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Always 10 feet tall.

So I said,

"Lets forget these days and just try to build some solid ground.
Maybe someday we could stand straight up with our faces in the wind and
scream to the world."

We were at some boating dock on somewhere at the waterfront staring out
across the channel, a steamer blared its horn and I wished I could say everything right, like,

"Do you want to go for a ride?"

I looked to your face and saw the sun reflecting off your skin and I breathed
in water. Smells the skyline filled with shipping yards and factories had me dreaming of
waking up.

Am I dreaming?
Is this really me?

Because I've never felt so not lonely
and if this could be real right now, then everyday for the rest of my life,
I will search for moments full of you.

But let's hope tomorrow won't cave in 'cause I'm looking for someone to
change me.

And you make me feel so tall.

I always want to be this tall 'cause maybe I'll be original
and sometimes things you say just make me think in different ways.

So this is my way of saying:

"I could be the one who's dragged home at night
away from all my hopeless dreams."

You and me will forge some future, because we don't want to be waiting for something right to go wrong.

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