My heart went out to Jeffrey. It bled dry in it's returning.
Through the years all I've known is the knowing that this heart is only my own.
The sound of it came crashing, but so silent to your musical ears.
No, you'll never the know the difference between you and the rest until the
safety of all the years.
We'd be grey and old. I would knit you sweaters in the cold.
And we'd be just like my Grandparents when they go dancing
When you left that evening sober, the rain poured down on my dry feet.
So long to the city lights and hello to the country's slow breeze.
As is part of the landscape. And as the palm of the hand-there are some features
which claim so local to this feeling inside my body.
Time. Time. Time will change. All else just stays the same.
With your flame and your wooden stick, I'm a rambler to meet you half way.
And if I could only see that day you were mine, I would take this chance,
this blessing and be the only thing I know to be
Through the years all I've known is the knowing that this heart is only my own.
The sound of it came crashing, but so silent to your musical ears.
No, you'll never the know the difference between you and the rest until the
safety of all the years.
We'd be grey and old. I would knit you sweaters in the cold.
And we'd be just like my Grandparents when they go dancing
When you left that evening sober, the rain poured down on my dry feet.
So long to the city lights and hello to the country's slow breeze.
As is part of the landscape. And as the palm of the hand-there are some features
which claim so local to this feeling inside my body.
Time. Time. Time will change. All else just stays the same.
With your flame and your wooden stick, I'm a rambler to meet you half way.
And if I could only see that day you were mine, I would take this chance,
this blessing and be the only thing I know to be