We left on a note, but no ones singing. Better off alone. Made no excuses, you made your escape. No explanation. How dare you. Out of my bed and off down the stairs. The back of your head was a clear view.
Four floors apart, but we just keep missing. Two worlds in half, and I’m still wishing. Four floors apart, and I’m still wishing to see your face again. Wonder just what I’d say.
oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to this perfect day. just walk away, no use defending words you will never say. Now that I’m sitting here thinking it through, I’ve never been anywhere as cold as you.
I think she has roots in the soles of her feet and when she walks she plants herself into the earth and lets the earth take hold of her. I think if you listened close enough for long enough you could just make out the sound of those roots in those soles lifting through the soil sighing in the sunlight and digging their way back into the darkness with each and every step. I’ve met people who are fire, all flame and spark and the promise of combustion. Without fail and without doubt I’ve been burned and boiled and left with nothing but the residue of the ash they left behind on my skin. I’ve felt the breezes of people who are wind, airy and light and always drifting. They cool the soul and for a moment you close your eyes and feel their breath across your face but always, always, open them sometime or another to their absence. They always, always, blow away and you’re left with tousled hair and the numbness where they rested. I think I am the water and I think I always have been. I go my own way and somehow without knowing how, find my way through the cracks and crevices, the grooves and holes in the rocks that form around these fragile hearts. I think she is the earth and has roots in her soles and leaves in her hair. She curls her toes into the sand and braces herself against the wind, defiant against the flames and holds tight to the world as it spins beneath her. We spin and only she can feel it. I think she has roots and her roots need water and I am the water and always have been and know and hold the secrets to sinking beneath the soil to give strength to the growth that’s been waiting to come. Some people are fire and some are wind but we are water and earth and through the roots on her feet and the leaves in her hair she will drink me and absorb all I have ever been.
You love my love, you’re never gonna find better love You hate my love because you’re dead without it You love my love, you know you’ll never find better love You hate my love, you couldn’t live without it