EverythingsEventual
Ex-Bluelighter
If we had known,
That it would be like this,
Fighting an unknown war,
Would you still have come to see me?
If we had known,
That your hands would touch me,
Even when I’m alone,
Would I have come to meet you?
The feelings that you excavate,
From this broken china doll,
Mean even if we never speak again,
There’ll always be your hand-print on my soul…
In another time it’d be so easy,
Wake up beside you,
Bright and breezy
But that’s not how life will ever be,
But I won’t rest,
For I can’t sleep without you in my dreams…
Do you think that possibly,
Maybe,
We could find a time and space,
Somewhere just for us,
Somewhere we could be together?
Because your mouth devours my kisses,
And your face remains my art,
Your eyes become like beacons,
Shining in the dark,
When my heart is the color of biscuits,
Sickly,
You always give me a yearning little hope,
That somewhere life will be good,
Be different,
Light at the end of the tunnel?
Weary traveller,
For someone that I try to push away,
Secretly I’m wishing there is some way,
Some way that you could stay…
Because the glitter and the lipstick,
And the perfume, and the kisses…
They have no purpose without you.
Because the glitter must rub off on you,
The lipstick grace your cheek,
The perfume impregnate your pillows
And the kisses…
They’re for keeps.
That it would be like this,
Fighting an unknown war,
Would you still have come to see me?
If we had known,
That your hands would touch me,
Even when I’m alone,
Would I have come to meet you?
The feelings that you excavate,
From this broken china doll,
Mean even if we never speak again,
There’ll always be your hand-print on my soul…
In another time it’d be so easy,
Wake up beside you,
Bright and breezy
But that’s not how life will ever be,
But I won’t rest,
For I can’t sleep without you in my dreams…
Do you think that possibly,
Maybe,
We could find a time and space,
Somewhere just for us,
Somewhere we could be together?
Because your mouth devours my kisses,
And your face remains my art,
Your eyes become like beacons,
Shining in the dark,
When my heart is the color of biscuits,
Sickly,
You always give me a yearning little hope,
That somewhere life will be good,
Be different,
Light at the end of the tunnel?
Weary traveller,
For someone that I try to push away,
Secretly I’m wishing there is some way,
Some way that you could stay…
Because the glitter and the lipstick,
And the perfume, and the kisses…
They have no purpose without you.
Because the glitter must rub off on you,
The lipstick grace your cheek,
The perfume impregnate your pillows
And the kisses…
They’re for keeps.
