You woke me up Tugging on my mind, Swimming around. I saw your eddies, Before I fell asleep, But you refused to bite. So, now here we are, Hook line and sinker, You, 'idea fish' circling. If I dangle the bait Will I catch you, You stinker?
I miss you like the December earth Misses the sunlit rays on a cloudy day Cold for you I yearn each dawn And churn and burn as the aching Pacific waves A crashing hope upon wishes bent At 11:12 my world set straight And all that a man can do is wish That this will be the fated day You walk into my life And stay
A storybook demands this stop. As Hollywood would guide me down the inevitable plot. But as for me and my house, I wait and burn for a deeper love.