I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from here to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar There is no peace that I've found so far The laughter penetrates my silence As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises Ghosts with just voices Your words in my memory Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far We'd set the fire to the third bar We'd share each other like an island Until exhausted, close our eyelids And dreaming, pick up from The last place we left off Your soft skin is weeping A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound And I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound and I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms
naive
I'm not saying it was your fault Although you could have done more Oh you're so naive yet so How could this be done By such a smiling sweetheart Oh and your sweet and pretty face In such an ugly way Something so beautiful That every time I look inside
I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be She's still out to get me I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be She's still out to get me
I may say it was your fault Cause I know you could have done more Oh you're so naive yet so How could this be done By such a smiling sweetheart Oh and your sweet and pretty face In such an ugly way Something so beautiful But every time I look inside
I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be She's still out to get me I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be She's still out to get me
How could this be done By such a smiling sweetheart Oh you're so naive yet so Such an ugly thing Someone so beautiful And every time you're on his side
I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be she's still out to get me And I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be she's still out to get me
Just don't let me down Just don't let me down Hold on to your kite Just don't let me down Just don't let me down Hold on to your kite Just don't let me down Just don't let me down Hold on to this kite Just don't let me down Just don't let me down