Midnight skies, dark cerulean against a canvas of sunset oranges,
long tall grass swaying in the slightest breeze
tickling my bare legs;
a mixture of sounds: crickets, cars on the highway, a stereo blaring down below,
and of course, the sound of our sandals flip-flopping on the uneven ground...
this is the setting.
i could listen to you talk forever about what it was like for you,
growing up
because it makes me look at you
and the life you've had
and recognize a beauty in your strength
that i can only dream of having.
there's a calmness and a comfortableness
before out here with you
on the top of hill that overlooks a city we both cant wait to leave behind,
only you will get to,
and i will not.
you force my eyes to the stars
gleaming at us,
granting us anything we wish for tonight
i've gotten my wish over and again
to have someone beside me
who understands my need to cartwheel down grassy hills,
and swing so high on the swings that it seems my feet might hit the clouds
and who picks me a daisy
and knows i think its the greatest thing anyone's ever done for me...
our laughter echoes in the night
i wont remember what we laughed about,
but i'll never forget the way it felt,
the awesome feeling of bliss in the pit of my stomach
that i had almost forgotten
you pick me up like a feather
and carry me to the car
and as you open the door for me,
my life starts to make sense
in some strange way,
sitting in your car at twilight
listening to Florida breaks and running your thoughts along my stream of consciousness
gives my life meaning.
there's just a glance between me and you,
passenger to driver,
that seems to answer all my questions tonight
and all the unspoken words
drift into the dew on the windshield,
as you pull away and get back on the road
tonight you'll make a pizza,
and we'll watch Harry Potter
and i, of course, will fall asleep 10 minutes into it,
and you, of course, will tuck me in
and snuggle up next to me
so that my dreams will be peaceful
and at 3 in the morning when i wake up to turn off the tv,
you'll make sure my toes get covered up again,
and that my favorite stuffed animal hasn't fallen off the bed,
and that my alarm clock is set....
and i wont have any worries.
keep perfecting my nights,
and giving me the window to wake up to gleeful mornings,
where i dont wanna get out of bed,
for fear the feeling of safeness will go away
keep pulling me back under the covers
and reminding me that i belong in your life,
in your arms,
in the midst of your thoughts,
on the tip of your tongue,
in the brink of your bliss,
in the corners of your heart
when i think of you,
i will always think of last night
at Kirby Park
and the sound of crickets
will sing me a song
that i never know the words to,
but sing endlessly in my head.
long tall grass swaying in the slightest breeze
tickling my bare legs;
a mixture of sounds: crickets, cars on the highway, a stereo blaring down below,
and of course, the sound of our sandals flip-flopping on the uneven ground...
this is the setting.
i could listen to you talk forever about what it was like for you,
growing up
because it makes me look at you
and the life you've had
and recognize a beauty in your strength
that i can only dream of having.
there's a calmness and a comfortableness
before out here with you
on the top of hill that overlooks a city we both cant wait to leave behind,
only you will get to,
and i will not.
you force my eyes to the stars
gleaming at us,
granting us anything we wish for tonight
i've gotten my wish over and again
to have someone beside me
who understands my need to cartwheel down grassy hills,
and swing so high on the swings that it seems my feet might hit the clouds
and who picks me a daisy
and knows i think its the greatest thing anyone's ever done for me...
our laughter echoes in the night
i wont remember what we laughed about,
but i'll never forget the way it felt,
the awesome feeling of bliss in the pit of my stomach
that i had almost forgotten
you pick me up like a feather
and carry me to the car
and as you open the door for me,
my life starts to make sense
in some strange way,
sitting in your car at twilight
listening to Florida breaks and running your thoughts along my stream of consciousness
gives my life meaning.
there's just a glance between me and you,
passenger to driver,
that seems to answer all my questions tonight
and all the unspoken words
drift into the dew on the windshield,
as you pull away and get back on the road
tonight you'll make a pizza,
and we'll watch Harry Potter
and i, of course, will fall asleep 10 minutes into it,
and you, of course, will tuck me in
and snuggle up next to me
so that my dreams will be peaceful
and at 3 in the morning when i wake up to turn off the tv,
you'll make sure my toes get covered up again,
and that my favorite stuffed animal hasn't fallen off the bed,
and that my alarm clock is set....
and i wont have any worries.
keep perfecting my nights,
and giving me the window to wake up to gleeful mornings,
where i dont wanna get out of bed,
for fear the feeling of safeness will go away
keep pulling me back under the covers
and reminding me that i belong in your life,
in your arms,
in the midst of your thoughts,
on the tip of your tongue,
in the brink of your bliss,
in the corners of your heart
when i think of you,
i will always think of last night
at Kirby Park
and the sound of crickets
will sing me a song
that i never know the words to,
but sing endlessly in my head.
