A well oiled machine
Made of levers and symmetry
Gears grind - when my - heart beats
You're a paper dancer
With a crystal heart
And you're balanced so perfectly
It's tearing - me - apart
Can you teach me to feel?
'Cause I'll die if I'm not real!
I'm a frigid intruder
In your warm little world
And it feels so difficult
Explaining what I don't know.
When you catch me staring
There's a fire in your eyes
It's far, far deeper
Then the shallow glow in mine.
Will you teach me to feel?
'Cause I'll die if I'm not real!
I'm a man with no chest,
And I'm so out of breath,
I don't know what this beating is for!
Can you teach me to dance?
Can you show me the steps?
Can you lead me around on the floor?
I'm a man with no a chest,
Don't give up on me yet
I never felt this way before!
Can you teach me to dance?
Can you give me a chance?
Can you lead me around on the floor?
Just, in general, as an observation, I find it a lot harder to speak honestly when I limit myself to song lyrics. That is... not that any of the songs I write - and write as a song - are dishonest, but they're less perfect at expressing my thoughts and feelings. This one, for example, is more of an expression of an idea than an expression of myself.
This is really good. I liked it. So you say they're song lyrics- so you have a melody to go with them? Any chance you could make a vid so we can hear it?
ReplyDeleteWhile your songs, though still good, are generally not as excellent as your poems, I would definitely classify this in the excellent category. ftr.
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