it's time to
capsize
i'm drowning in your hurricane lies
abandoned on a sandy shore beside a tidal pool
you think i'm like Wonder Woman but who's the bigger fool
i've stalked this apartment floor in the sweat of a summer afternoon
counting down the seconds wondering if you'd be coming home soon
and a lonely bell keeps ringing,while my courage keeps on singing
it's not what i'm leaving with, so much as what you're always bringing
yeah, i finally looked under the scarlet rug and found the jungle key
and out of the doorway escaped none other than simple me
and i found a pretty boy who is more than just a pretty toy
he carries my heart inside his little wooden cart
and there are flowers with their petals watching how we dance
the garden path is wandering in a circle called romance
and a lonely bell keeps ringing, while my courage keeps on singing
it's not what i'm leaving with, so much as what you're always bringing
yeah, everybody thought i was just a crazy girl with a rose tattoo on her hand
as if i had no backbone to confront you and take a stand
why didn't you notice i was lonely for far too long
when time passing talked to me and wrote this sad love song
and a lonely bell keeps ringing, while my courage keeps on singing
it's not what i'm leaving with, so much as what you're always bringing
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

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