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E.S.P.
There's something about this E.S.P.
That makes the things you do to me
Be foretold...
Like the time I said
"You know, she'll come around
And bring a hand up to my face."
And so I took comfort
In knowing that my place with you
Was predestined within the stars
And I would never have to plead my case
As to who we are...
So take my metal heart that stays so far
And pull it in
With some magnetic love
That pushes us above
Mars...
And bleeds upon the earth
With every thing our souls are worth.
I guess,
There's nothing we can't handle.
No mountain that we can't dismantle...
No candle we can't burn
Throughout the night
Until we yearn
For distant flights
That carry me across for miles
To the door that opens wide
For knocks so vile
From this fool infatuated
With the medicine you've given
That's sedated me
To clumsy states
Of stumbling in my worries.
For I don't know if my words
Come close enough
To match the allegories
That you soon expect as such
From someone worthy of your smile...
I don't know...
Maybe these lines
Are not quite enough
To fill your stanza needs
Within their meek
Pathetic creeds.
But know one thing.
If I could soon master the violin,
I'd glide my loving bow
Across the yearning string
That aches out for your name
While I just sing
And count the ways you came
Into my life.
Into my blood.
Into my vacant veins
And clouded me
Within your rain.
Shrouded
In the tears I pouted
On the day you came
Into my soul
And shrouded
Me in all your glory
All your might...
Just to share a story
With me...
