Lyrics

Receiving You

I thought I learned a secret while I was writing on the floor,
Then they pulled the set and stuck me with another tune.
Feeling dead and restless, hiding behind the door,
Singing on a treadmill in a vacant room.

and though I?ve no idea who I will be . . .
and though my faith is in the clouds I see . . .
I?m receiving you.

There are days I start out with a soul that fills the sky?
Starring as the architect with a bag of frames,
?Til I rehearse the reasons why the plans will never fly,
And I could fill a teaspoon with my own remains.

and though I?ve no idea who I will be . . .
and though my faith is in the clouds I see . . .
I?m receiving you.

Tell me it?s impatience, I can?t hear a word you say:
I don?t believe I want to be what I could have been
Old roads forgotten, painful miles away,
And when I fall you?re there to help me rise again.

and though I?ve no idea who I will be
and though my faith is in the clouds I see
I?m receiving you
and though I?ve no idea who I will be
and though my faith is in the clouds I see
I?m receiving you

©2004 Leighton Christopher-Smith (pseudonym for Robert Mendonsa)
Original Title: "Reception"
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