Like a foolish little schoolboySmitten by his first loveI find myself waiting each dayIn the hope, I'd hear from youBut you're never thereExcept in my lonely headStrange voices that whisper to meTelling me bad thingsMy heart feels emptinessOn those long, lonely nightsWithout hearing from youI believe you have forgotten meJust to hear from youBrings a smile upon these lipsA warmth that glows deep insideUntil then I can onl...
Just to be with you, Just to speak with you, laugh with you, 'happy cry' with you... Just to be with you, Just to hear your chuckle and listen to your voice. To imagine with you- meeting you, To think of you- and know that, yes- You're actually thinking of me too. Just to see that smile, in that picture as we chat- as we Skype, Just to know you're there, and that you want me there... Is worth the wait.
INTRO : Falling for the fallen angel and at his mercy was she... I love you she said And that is your blessing and your cause for remorse Cause I know who you exactly are Satan And care for you everyday, evermore All those doe eyes that you brought tears to and all those dreams undone maybe it was just a jest for you but never again will it be done. For I love you Satan and you are responsible for me And you know that too...
For once I thought I lost you to time For once I thought I lost you to reasons that were not mine For once I thought I lost you To people unknown And for once I thought You were gone For once I did not know what to do For once I thought all this because of you But today when I saw you walking my streets With sadness darkening your face in streaks I knew you had reasons of your own For wanting some time and being alone And...
In the frugality of my soul, the self exerts and manifests. Spawning a million 'me', in the quietness it harvests. Still I long for that to which I want to surrender, and wait under 'his' sky and wonder How long do I wait and help paper boats sail by and watch from the edge the distance and the 'purple' sky The sun sets yet another day again turning everything an orange aglow and the ripples in the water help my paper boa...
