On the roof we dance... old records spin romance... nose to nose we sway to Billie Holiday... In the morning... I miss you most. Drive to a mountain range... read Shakespeare page by page... pronounce each word out loud... to the coyotes they will sound... In the morning... I miss you most... I walk the streets of Philly... oh these days are ordinary... I can't say that I'm not lonely... well, today I am just only... here without you around... I miss your silent stare... your ears your lips your hair... I miss making you laugh... cut me an orange half... In the morning... I miss you most... when do we get wise... oh, when do we get wiser? 
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
In The Morning
On the roof we dance... old records spin romance... nose to nose we sway to Billie Holiday... In the morning... I miss you most. Drive to a mountain range... read Shakespeare page by page... pronounce each word out loud... to the coyotes they will sound... In the morning... I miss you most... I walk the streets of Philly... oh these days are ordinary... I can't say that I'm not lonely... well, today I am just only... here without you around... I miss your silent stare... your ears your lips your hair... I miss making you laugh... cut me an orange half... In the morning... I miss you most... when do we get wise... oh, when do we get wiser? 
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What a sweet soul you have!
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