Saturday, February 2, 2013

in the middle..


The river is white 
It's tangled and dry 
But I still remember you here 
Swimming in the middle
 A red bird sings 
From the sycamore tree 
Some kind of eloquent echo
 I live in the middle 
The shadows and leaves unlock my heart 
Just like a key, like a key 
And bring you right back home to me 
All of the years 
I have spent here 
I have never wandered 
I live in the middle 
The way you sing unlocks my heart 
Just like a key, like a key 
And brings you right back home to me


If only my feet could fall as fast as a heart does 
I would be so long gone 
But I'm stuck, stuck under your thumb 
I can't get up I can't get up, up I can't get up 
If only my eyes could see as high as a mountain 
Or wherever your heart's gone 
But I have fallen on the bank of this river 
I can't get up I can't get up, up I can't get up 
If only my heart could speak into this river 
And you'd drink me up 
I could be free of all these lonesome shivers
 I could give myself up (give myself up) 
We all go back to the river 
We will all come undone 
And there you will be, my love, with the faintest touch 
And I will give myself up 
Give myself up, up I will give myself up


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