Thursday, 9 September 2010

Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: Mojave 3.


Music for your listening pleasure...

I had a plan that was built on thinking too long
Canadian winters at home with your sisters
The romance was hard to ignore
You were beautiful, I was happy to fall
So happy to fall

I remember you searching
I thought you were searching
That's how I picked up the phone
Happy to hear you remembered the view
So glad to assume it was fate
I thought at the time it was clear
I thought at the time it was clear

So I stood at the station with a plan and a pocket of poems
Heroically tragic bearded and blind with obsession
I'm a car without hope, too close to the ditch to go far
I showed you my field
I said, "This is my field", but you weren't impressed

You said, "Why are we here?"
Your motives aren't clear
In this room with a view
And so much of you is so far from here
It's so far from here, it's so far from here
It's so far from here

Oh my heart, it just fell apart
Brought on by the sound of your voice
And I wished I could show you the same view
You by the window and me feeling fine
And me just feeling fine
Yeah, me just feeling fine


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