Buddah MAC
07-27-07, 12:35 AM
one of those nights where the sky reflects the streetlights
with one a them girls who remind you why you need life
where the occasion's colored just by who you with
and even plans falling through don't affect the lift
given to the evening just off spending it together
and the orange sky opening doesn't effect whether
the night ends early, just slide it indoors
call up some others or paired up watch it pour
share the city melting, swirling to the storm drain
sorrows & tomorrows swept off by the rain
and in that forever sculpted by the sky water
might lose ourselves as we make my daughter
or son but succumb to the fronts being dropped
and be ourselves together without having to adopt
what you think the other wants, spectre of another haunts
pounding til the sounds seek to smother taunts
of self doubt, which is only your concern
fade that foolishness and let attention turn
to who's embracing that evening along with you
who'll join in screaming to the sun "We ain't missed you!"
as it always cuts the night short, so we collect the clippings
and throw it over morning so despite some sunlight dripping
our evening carries on long as we determine
clock hands still til she says it's good to turn 'em
with one a them girls who remind you why you need life
where the occasion's colored just by who you with
and even plans falling through don't affect the lift
given to the evening just off spending it together
and the orange sky opening doesn't effect whether
the night ends early, just slide it indoors
call up some others or paired up watch it pour
share the city melting, swirling to the storm drain
sorrows & tomorrows swept off by the rain
and in that forever sculpted by the sky water
might lose ourselves as we make my daughter
or son but succumb to the fronts being dropped
and be ourselves together without having to adopt
what you think the other wants, spectre of another haunts
pounding til the sounds seek to smother taunts
of self doubt, which is only your concern
fade that foolishness and let attention turn
to who's embracing that evening along with you
who'll join in screaming to the sun "We ain't missed you!"
as it always cuts the night short, so we collect the clippings
and throw it over morning so despite some sunlight dripping
our evening carries on long as we determine
clock hands still til she says it's good to turn 'em