Making The Words Mine

I’m at a loss as to what to do
I’m staring at the ocean when I’m staring at you
And it’s staring back
What do I lack
When you endlessly unfold
And pave the path of solid gold
Back to the core
And I just want you more
Than I’ve ever wanted anything
You taught me how to sing
My own tune
And the ground quakes when you’re in the room
I wake up with shakes of equivalent doom
That haunts me at night
Oh, what is my plight
That I’m ever effervescent in the forest of time
To make a promise that makes the words mine

Something Superb

There’s something superb on my window pane
And all of my fighting I have done in vain
Coz he’s waiting for me when I get home
And there’s nothing I ever have to do alone
And he’s sweet and innocent
Pausing and true
I let him fall into open arms and you
Are always there when I get back
There’s nothing in me that you lack
As you fail to find refuge in foreign seas
And get diagnosed with the dreamer’s disease
But it’s not make believe that he was there
And I found a diamond in true care