enfes bir jeff buckley sarkisi;
time takes care of the wound, so i can believe.
you had so much to give, you thought i couldn’t see.
gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived
i had to send it away to bring us back again.
our eyes and bodies brighten silent waters, deep.
your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.
a kiss "goodnight" from every stranger that i meet.
i had to send it away to bring us back again.
morning theft. unpretender left, ungraceful.
true self is what brought you here, to me.
a place where we can accept this love.
friendship battered down by useless history,
unexamined failure.
what am i still to you?
some thief who stole from you?
or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
that brings us to who we need,
a place where we can save
a heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
you’re a woman, i’m a calf.
you’re a window, i’m a knife.
we come together making chance into starlight.
meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
i have no right to wonder just how, or when.
you know the meaning fits. there’s no relief in this.
i miss my beautiful friend.
i have to send it away to bring her back again.
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