Story Behind The Song
I was in love with a girl at age 17 and knew I would never tell her. I called her one day from Dustin's room, and she was getting ready to go to a formal concert with her parents, putting on a black dress. The rest of the guys in the band were upstairs
Song Description
Hoping that poetry and barbershop harmony can still win the girl in the end.
Song Length |
4:21 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative |
Lyrics
up the stairs I hear music, kicking and screaming
weilding their toys in a boy's fantasy
and high up above me the angels are singing
together they're playing my heart's symphony
and somewhere you're putting on black satin velvet
your porcelain skin is caressed by your hair
I don't know what you think when you look in my eyes
I just know that I wish I was there
my face in your window, a little boy fogging the pane-
tries in vain just to get one more view
if wishes were horses then beggars would ride
and if wishes were trees I'd be pining for you
and I always feel tall when I stand by the ocean,
I'm seventy inches above the blue sea
I look down my nose at the swells and tsunamis
but quiver when you're next to me
oh, the irony
up the stairs to my bedroom where my girl lies waiting
she's cold in my lap and a bit out of tune
though she'd never hurt me or ever desert me
if wishes were horses you're my horse come true
and one thing I've learned from this bitter cold world,
in a lifetime of being my own valentine:
the most beatiful sound in the world is the silence
of eyes shining back up at mine
and sometimes I dream that I'm always on time,
that the ones I've let down set their clocks by my knock on the door
no more watching or wishing
'cause what king of fool lets a jewel pass him by,
slips through his fingers and never knows why?
as the dream fades awar then I wake up to find
love came to me and I left it behind
and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
oh
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