Beer stein in your hand, Filled with coffee to the brim Slumber so little, We seem to slumber so little Darkly lit room Romance that surprises me
You've got that typical Yards IPA in your hand So willing to share I've never met a more generous man. Its me that walks towards you in the romantic bar Its me. Its me that you turn to see Your face lighting up, how could I forget. So willing to share, I could get use to this-- You say--your life becoming poetic words Embodied through vines and whimsical turns
A man with a guitar at the airport sitting next to me Keeps looking at me As if he knows something Maybe its my red eyes or ***** hair But I wish I could ***** out How wonderful you are.
Maybe its too soon Maybe its too quick And its certainly difficult When I have love from another breathing down my neck And I'll be honest, it makes me feel like a ****. But why fight Feeling the most wild, on a full moon God, I use to be so addicted to romantic plight.
Its not fair. Because I can't just use my words They don't seem to be enough. But if I could paint you a portrait Using only my body Feeling your magnetic full touch My skin would shine like diamonds on fire
I am almost wondering If my words are worth discarding Honesty and goofiness have taken over my soul Who knows if expiration dates have come into play But I don't remember the last time Someone really saw me. The way you do. You generous, mythical man.
Lets go out, lets dance in the crowd Hair whipping around like a fiery phoenix Who needs sleep and food?