No thanks, close this window
By Jesse Maclaine c2000 all rights reserved
I can?t find it, I don?t remember, what it was, when I knew you.
What was it like? a circle ? a line?
Stick it right in me, it helps to remind me
How I?ve been shaped, keeps me defining, deciding how to think
but I keep forgetting
How to think, if I?ve ever heard it,
How to listen when you speak.
I wish you would stop, stop trying to avoid me.
Oh muse if you?d come when I call to you.
And if you say it, please say it through me
Like angels falling, feeling, filling up our lifetimes.
Your love isn?t real, neither is time.
What does it matter when I can?t find me?
How it hurts, when you?re not near,
In a song lover, in my ear.
When you come pouring, come pouring into me
Like the scent of elixir, aurally
It?s not the touch of your swinging whisper, or the loss of someone so dear
That keeps me crying for my elixir
Or else I?ll stand here dying for you.
Oh muse you take me, (it?s) taken me years ?til I?m off of my life
Wastin it, here with you (ooh- I?m wastin? it/ speak to me)