Thursday, June 25, 2009

Try Whistling This

Tales from my head,
You can't buy the book,
No one's listening but I guess you could.

Try whistling this.

You say you're tired,
liquid as water.
But you'll succumb now as I stroke your back,
I'll be the best that you know.

And everytime you think of me,
I hope you think of true romance.

And everytime you want to leave,
You give us both another chance.

Warmest welcome violent stranger,
He said "Come here" as he pushed me down.

Impossible to do
In high heels, walking into walls,
Every wonder if you're here at all?

Try whistling this.

And my words are ringing in your ear,
Drawing your attention now to all the things that you ignore;

If I can't be with you, I'd rather have a different face
And if I can't be near you, I'd rather be adrift in space
And if the Gods desert us now, I'll turn this chapel into flames
And if someone tries to hurt you, I would put myself in your place.