You are the moon for me.
But you're not always there
The way you move, the way you talk,
The way you see, the way you look at me
Makes me stop and think that there's something
More that I could be, wonder if there's something
More to me than the me that I see.
Now is it just me, or does the whole room
Stop and turn and stare when you come in,
At a beauty you can't see?
I'm sorry that my words
Aren't enough to save you from your self
But please don't cry; if it helps
I love you and that's all I ever want to do -
What's that? You love me too?
To be loved by such a beautiful you
Makes me wonder if I could be
I'll never get another call from you
Hear your voice again, sometimes
Flat, sometimes with that cheerful strain
In a way that said so much
More than any of your words.
I'll never hold you to my chest again,
Feel your acid pain pumping through my bones
I'll never cry myself hoarse again, suppress
Another sob for you because
I lost you.
It's funny how that telephone wire
Transmitted so much more than words.
And now when I lie awake at night,
And think of all the things I'd like to do,
There will be that much more venom
In my bite, because (as much as)
There is nothing more I could have done
I lost you.
Looking out from my eyes
is a strange girl.
She's rather unorthodox
And graceless, but