Tell me,
Oh won't you please,
What makes you tick,
What makes you talk,
I just wanna hear your voice,
A word or two to tell me,
How to get through to you,
I'll be there,
And I'll be anywhere or everywhere,
For you, and I've a stone tall heart,
Something you can lean on,
So flick your hair to one side,
Or another, and lick your scarlet lips,
I'm here to stay, and I'm here to go,
Anywhere,
If you'd like me,
If you want me,
If you need me.

It's a washboard of broken dreams,
A smile of stars,
Road signs that have never tried to speak,
Can this moonlight engulf us?
Roads tear up what wasn't empty land,
Love is a growing tree, with knots,
And our feet bleed from walking,
Like her heart from all his talking,
Butterflies with extra wings,
With a painful reality, why do the birds sleep while we lie awake?
The stars don't tell much,
But that look on your face,
It sure does.

It's different when someone else,
Seems to know your face as much as you do,
When they've noticed every perfect imperfection,
These little things that make you so,
Imperfectly perfect,
They slip into your soul,
And you let them know,
You want them there,
And you grab them close,
Let them know you want them close,
And they get to know the rest of you,
Like you do, from a different point of view,
They know your hips,
Like a smile knows lips,
And there becomes a point,
When adjectives describe,
Something we don't need to hide.

I wished for you tonight,
No shooting star,
But when they say it's the thought that counts,
I hope that's true,
Whenever I see the chance,
A fallen eyelash,
Time goes by eleven eleven,
A star through this dark blue sky,
I wish for you as the night or day goes by,
I really do believe,
It's worth a try.

It's something called writer's block,
Something I find so hard to stop,
That thing that makes glorious ideas drop,
And I look and look for that one thought,
The pick of the crop,
I hate that ****!
Writers block.

You can be cool with your leather jacket,
You can be hot with your nice lingerie,
You can be cold with your colorful words,
You can be warm with your kind smiles,
And you can be just right,
With a bit of air conditioning at night.

Clueless looks,
Of smiles long gone,
Away from me and away from you,
You've got me lost,
Looking for somewhere I need to be,
Someone I need to see,
I've thought of stories,
Places we could be,
From sun set sundays,
Cloudy mondays,
Memories you might want to remember,
And I've looked, past the cloudy skies,
Into your wonderful eyes,
Danced with you in mind,
Moving my feet to the drum,
And your hair, jumping like the fish,
In our lovely lake,
Crystal waterfalls, and sand,
As soft as your skin,
And I just want to,
See you.