The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

  • Mood:
  • Music:

I'd like your hair long and ladeled to the ground, but you'd prefer an astronaut.

I want someone who will sing to me. You don't need to have a nice voice.

Just something I can close my eyes and fall into...

I can hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine...

Too much Hum makes my mind starry and distant. Interesting how the music makes me long for a physical touch... most specifically a lap to rest my head in, fingers brushing my hair and face, song drifting down from parted lips curled slightly in a smile belying the connection we share on levels beyond...

if she don't hold me right, she's never gonna get me there
not tonight

if we break off gently in slow motion, spinning outward into space
my hand always floating gently at the wheel while you sweetly hold my face
and i need you to give it meaning, i need you to share the view
or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other thing i do

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