In a different world,
A different mind a different body
Perhaps I'd be inclined to try and find the facts behind her fiction
But for now I'll buy in
Because this is too sweet to be reality and that's not what I need
I need a sign from up high before I'll jot my name on the dotted line
I don't need to know every little detail that lies behind her eyes
So tonight I'll take it slow I'll take it steady
We can share a drink and a long and contemplative passing of eyes, sharing of the deep thoughts inside our minds
If we find what we see to be of the proper tone, the proper texture
Perhaps into the wild blue yonder I'll venture...
I'll tell her what goes on inside the deep recesses of my mind
And in those dark spots she may decide my conclusions are nothing but pure conjecture
If she can find some inner part of her that longs for adventure than maybe I'll tell her
I think she's beautiful and she makes me weak in places I wish I was strong to begin with
But she makes me think that maybe I can flip this, fix this.
Put that part of me back together again
Just enough to pass close inspection
I'm this strange mix of a anti social quiet type of romantic who can't seem to find the courage he deserves
So I'll stick my chin up and tell her "Nothing" and something like, "Everything's fine"
Because a mind is a terrible thing to lose and I can't seem to find mine when I look into her eyes
She's got every color of the rainbow and at least fifty shades more
I'm torn
I know that I'm not the best for her, and she deserves that
I know that in my head but my heart can't seem to conserve that, steady flutter it means to burst out of my chest and fly
and I can't for the life of me figure out why
In a different time
I could just bring you flower and announce that you could be mine
And that would fine
But now days we have to dance around the issue because that's the socially correct thing to do
I can't help but feel cheated
I'm an old soul inside a young mind
I feel this way about eighty-five percent of the time
On a different day
In a different way
perhaps I'd say something that could make you stay
But your future awaits
So I'll surrender the very idea of us to the fates
And hope that one day
Things will be different
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
In a different world,
A different mind a different body
Perhaps I'd be inclined to try and find the facts behind her fiction
But for now I'll buy in
Because this is too sweet to be reality and that's not what I need
I need a sign from up high before I'll jot my name on the dotted line
I don't need to know every little detail that lies behind her eyes
So tonight I'll take it slow I'll take it steady
We can share a drink and a long and contemplative passing of eyes, sharing of the deep thoughts inside our minds
If we find what we see to be of the proper tone, the proper texture
Perhaps into the wild blue yonder I'll venture...
I'll tell her what goes on inside the deep recesses of my mind
And in those dark spots she may decide my conclusions are nothing but pure conjecture
If she can find some inner part of her that longs for adventure than maybe I'll tell her
I think she's beautiful and she makes me weak in places I wish I was strong to begin with
But she makes me think that maybe I can flip this, fix this.
Put that part of me back together again
Just enough to pass close inspection
I'm this strange mix of a anti social quiet type of romantic who can't seem to find the courage he deserves
So I'll stick my chin up and tell her "Nothing" and something like, "Everything's fine"
Because a mind is a terrible thing to lose and I can't seem to find mine when I look into her eyes
She's got every color of the rainbow and at least fifty shades more
I'm torn
I know that I'm not the best for her, and she deserves that
I know that in my head but my heart can't seem to conserve that, steady flutter it means to burst out of my chest and fly
and I can't for the life of me figure out why
In a different time
I could just bring you flower and announce that you could be mine
And that would fine
But now days we have to dance around the issue because that's the socially correct thing to do
I can't help but feel cheated
I'm an old soul inside a young mind
I feel this way about eighty-five percent of the time
On a different day
In a different way
perhaps I'd say something that could make you stay
But your future awaits
So I'll surrender the very idea of us to the fates
And hope that one day
Things will be different
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