Tell me that you want to dance
I want to feel your pulse on mine
Just treat me like a stolen glance
To yourself
I want to feel your pulse on mine
Just treat me like a stolen glance
To yourself
A dark shape on a golden floor
A sleeping planet with a molten core
From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
And much more
A sleeping planet with a molten core
From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
And much more
I'm a peasant in your princess arms
Penniless with only charm
As we're leveled by the low, hot lights
And disarmed
Penniless with only charm
As we're leveled by the low, hot lights
And disarmed
I'm not afraid of anything even time
It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine
It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine
I'm folded in the bread you made
You're cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
All these days
You're cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
All these days
I'm not afraid of anything even time
It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine
It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine
I feel as if I have turned some sort of corner. I don't know exactly what it is, but it is a door of sorts, and I am so ready for the next phase ahead. I went to see my friend - I flew instead of drove and it was a divine appointment. It didn't steal away the desire to hit the road and let the pavement guide me, but it seemed to open opportunities that I had thought long dormant. A book idea came to me, clear as if someone scripted it in my ear, and so that is something to look forward to. I also feel more sure than ever that this current path I have been on for the last 20 years or so (education) is coming to a swift close, so I can breathe easy that I am almost done. Done. I like the sound of that.
So much. So much gladness right now. I am grateful.
