ferrydust

Oh was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not for me? Oh things are gonna happen naturally. I’m taking your advice and looking on the bright side and balancing the whole thing…
Oh but often times those words get tangled up in lines, and the bright lights turn to night. Oh until the dawn it brings another day to sing about the magic that was you and me…
Cuz you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just dreamed of… others only dreamed of the love, oh the love that I know.
You see I’m all about them words: over numbers, unencumbered, numbered words… hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words. More words than I had ever heard and I feel so alive… cuz you and I both loved…
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Oh love, love… you and I you and I not so little you and I anymore….
and with this silence brings a moral story more importantly evolving: is the glory of a boy..
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and if you could see me now well than I’m almost finally out of… I’m finally out of… finally…. well I’m almost finally finally well I am free, oh I’m free.
And it’s okay if you had to go away….oh just remember the telephone: well they’re working in both ways. But if I never ever hear them ring—if nothing else I’d think the bells inside have finally found you someone else, and that’s okay….. cuz I remember everything you sang…
cuz you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of and if you could see me now, well then I’m almost finally out of… I’m finally out of… finally … well i’m almost finally finally out of words…..