all i want to do
is talk to you
crawl out of my messy bed
with a consistently clear head
tie my shoes
to the softest rhythm and blues
while trying not to scream
remembering my last nights' dream
and missing your laugh
all bouncing bubbles and bath:
yea, yea, but you weren't there
and i looked everywhere
and then the day can begin
drinking whisky and gin
and an old tavern door
a polished dance floor
yea, yea, but you weren't there
and i looked everywhere
a female voice with her solitary breath
and i saw my own death
yea, yea, but you weren't there
and i looked everywhere
beyond the horizon and inside my heart
looking to make a new start
yea, yea, but you weren't there
and i looked everywhere:
all i want to do
is talk to you
crawl out of my messy bed
with a consistently clear head
tie my shoes
to the softest rhythm and blues
while trying not to scream
remembering my last nights' dream
and missing your laugh
all bouncing bubbles and bath.
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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