Sunday, May 27, 2007

Fly To You (a song)

All at once I know what I should do,
spend sweet time learning to love you,
run to you when I can't see the light,
trusting everything will turn out right.

when direction I should take is not too clear,
when all that I can taste is bitter fear,
nothing better now for me to do,
than turn and fly on golden wings to you.

Trusting comes so slow and isn't neat,
learning how to fly by my pants' seat,
dancing in a darkened room sometimes,
and learning how to speak each other's rhymes.

When direction I should take is not too clear,
when all that I can taste is bitter fear,
nothing better now for me to do,
than turn and fly on golden wings to you.

Why create all sorts of useless questions?
Just take my hand and walk in this direction.

Ghosts haunt these parties of sweet beginning,
spin hearts around like plates that are spinning,
but my ghosts don't stand a single chance,
they really can't stand it when we dance.

When direction I should take is not too clear,
when all that I can taste is bitter fear,
nothing better now for me to do,
than turn and fly on golden wings to you.