During communion when seth and the band would play
I let my fears, I let my worries drift away
And heard you in the silence
Write my song
Lay the patchwork quilt down
If nothing else I can admire the pattern
Even if I can’t make one of these myself
If I’m never bold enough to try at all
I guess I only want what I can’t have
I feel it like the blood in my veins
A story being written
I feel it like an itch on my skin
I want some hands to hold me
Want a voice to say, “My God you’ve really grown”
Well we all strive against the tide
Even though we know each night it’s coming in
I float along and ask myself why
This is all I’ve ever been
Why do I resist you
Wish for a kiss but never your flame
Too much to lose
What do I have to lose?
This is living if I ever said it
This is living if I ever saw it
I’m getting somewhere finally by going no where at all
It’s all just who we’re meeting
Who we’ve met
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