Well who doesn't have a thing
with power
But how it leaves you late
and lonely
And now with freedom my front
porch
I eat my dinner with 'if only'
I give when the giving's easy
And then then I crack when
the give's too hard
I adore the distant hazy
And then I run when it's in
my yard
My my...
I remember that time I told
you
Abut your love and the polished
stone
It's so easy to forgive you
Now that I'm polishing up
my own
I got to kiss the face of
heaven
And then when she kissed me
back
I tried to roll my lucky sevens
And now I'm back on the inside
track
My my...
Help me remember those times
every once in a while
When I'm a quick flashing
light
When I'm aglow in a midnight
smile
Or deep in a wide, wide night
That I'm glad we're more than
bodies
And that we're ever souls
in journey
I am thrilled this earth is
beauty
And there's no past tense
for 'easy'
My my...
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