Monday, April 11, 2011

For Mr. No One

It's better than a breeze on a hot summer day
Better than anything a politician could say

It's sweeter than candy in the checkout lane
Than a carefully colored candy cane

It's as pure as an untouched waterwell
Pure as you imagine an angel to smell

It's as crazy as Mr. Ozzy Osborne's train
As a wild and mysteriously twisted brain

It's as silly as a kiddie song
Silly as two rights ever making a wrong

It's the way I feel when you're by my side
The way I crave you to be only mine.

How do you do this to me?
You were nothing I wanted, now everything I need
Please tell me I'm not crazy
Please call me your baby
Please call me and save me
Please call me and call me

It's as beautiful as the making of life
Beautiful as a groom's new wife

It's as kind as a hand shake
As the compassion after an earthquake

It's fragile as a flower
Fragile as a newspaper meeting a rainshower

It's new as thunder when lightning strikes
as an early spring evening riding bikes

It's as real as me needing your touch
Real as you eternally receiving my love

It's the way I feel when you're by my side
The way I crave you to be only mine.

How do you do this to me?
You were nothing I wanted, now everything I need.
Please tell me I'm not crazy
Please call me your baby
Please call me and save me
Please call me and call me

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