You were a gypsy- and had to move.
I had a need, a quiet thing to prove
there's an accidental fire burning in the coal mine.
there's a southern gospel choir singing "love in hard times"
she had everything my heart was questing for
but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore

you were a gypsy-the world was yours.
never did i gaze at you with thoughts that weren't pure
there's a river running through it
a strange knocking on my door
but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.

She was a gypsy-horizon bound
and to this day the greatest beacon I have ever found
there's a deep and tragic longing
there's a salted, barren ground
She was and is and won't be soon restored
She doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.

v1
Twice a week i'll prove
and show the world that I am clean
An older me I cant recall
no longer floods my dreams

v2
I'll never dwell, or kiss and tell
your secrets safe with me
i'd break the paper chains
if I intended to be free.

v3
I blame the crush, a seismic rush
To flatten and to build
lets raise another glass
to all the brain cells that we've killed

chorus
it makes no sense, I need no rest
I need no room to breathe
I love the violent precious things
they gently sing and seethe

I would seek the light at the end
if only I saw a tunnel first
an inside longing for an outside gesture
A glance perhaps
an accidental graze of skin
on the only part left exposed by a heavy winter coat.
Neither poorly worded poems
nor hand crafted metal flowers can breach the invisible walls
that bar my entry into your world.

Again I promise myself to stay in your comfort zone
for I refuse to cause discomfort
they say to grasp your attention in some way
to dance as if that would make you see me
and as if seeing me would be the answer.

but I shall not dance

I only seek a tunnel
an inside longing for an outside gesture
A glance perhaps
an "accidental" graze of skin
on the only part left exposed by a heavy winter coat.

I remember it was bright
like a lamp
to eyes adjusted for the night
painful
yet welcome and desired
hopeful
like the memory of a good thought acquired

it was love
precious and unfailing
to the unwitting heart
in need of some saving

it was love
to the naked and fully clothed eye
you were there with me
when I started to try
like a bird with a broken wing
nursed back to the air
I have not forgotten
what it looks like to care

there is joy here
when all things are new
there is hope in my heart
and now I blame you

have yet to write a song
about a woman's eyes
I've only written songs about
a man who fails when he tries
a man who lies yet still denies

you have conjured hope from what was numb
something to run at-not-from
your existence holds my soul enraptured
I now feel more like tamed-not-captured

an untainted me calls out to you
from a place I had but never knew
I hate to make my heart so open
but I would rather tell you and have it broken
than never try to make you mine
I'm following the light you shine

somethings they go away
like old best friends
colliding with the change
and being left to hang

some things they drift away
like your green balloon
its getting hard to see
flying past the trees

goodbyes aren't so hard
when hope's waiting for you
when all the best things that
you never wanted come true

some things they hurt you bad
like losing all your joy
you're now getting older
and you're hearts getting cold

some things turn you around
like driving off a hill
or starting a new future
by swearing that you will