I'm singing right into you and you know my words ring with truth...
you know I couldn't sing you any other way.
Shimmering eyes, behind my shades of lies.
I'm standing, lost inside you... and my hope seems gravely askew...
but you know I couldn't ever be that brave to let go - of your
shining stones...your marble eyes demand devotion.
In mid flight across a heavy sky I grow to know you.
In mid flight, Van Gogh's starry night, I hold you...my and mine...bride of mine.
I'm told I'm vague and obscure,
that my soul is stained and impure...
but you know I shouldn't even make this motion.
My only plight, it would seem, is being drawn toward you.
but returned, and I'm reunited
and consoled...by the very sight of you.
I'm playing right into you,
and you know my soul rings with truth.
You know I couldn't share it any other way.
Shimmering vibes, across my spine from you.
I'm staring, lost inside you but
my hope seems gravely askew, but
you know I couldn't ever be that brave to look at your:
Shining stones, your marble eyes invoke emotion.
In mid flight across a heavy sky I grow to know you.
In mid flight, Van Gogh's starry night, I hold you...my and mine...bride of mine.
I'm told I'm vague and obscure,
that my mold is strained and impure...
but you know I shouldn't even feed this notion.
My only vice, it would seem, is being drawn toward you.