Thursday, October 27, 2005

Fields of Heather, and the American Artist.

I can't help but find it true
As daylight draws to close
That the moonlight paints so blue
Tween cracks amidst my clothes
I've been wondering where you are
Have you lit up our cigars?

She stood warm among the flowers
That were knitted to her skin
She was counting down the hours
As she wore her patience thin
So I offered her a smile
And she asked to stay a while.

And we could have it, don't I know
If We were tempted to just let go
I'd tell you no, but you'de just laugh
And ask me for those photographs
Because I want the girl I cannot have

She was waiting just inside
Sitting on the highest stair
Feeling angst inside subside
I strode to meet her there
Stilling words behind her hand
And her unspoken demands

We repaired into her bed
In a semidarkened room
Spinning flowers off her head
Watching skin begin to bloom
But in that instant, pulled away
I'll be back again someday

And I could have you, oh, I know
If you just happened to let go
Explain away, and you'll just laugh
Why I can't be your better half
I just want the girl I cannot have.

Tell me do I lack your trust
Were you startled by my kiss
Drawn in by one smooth thrust
Finding yourself all amiss
Pushed away in a reprieve
Hinting I should stand and leave

Oh you could have me, don't you know
If you'de just lift your shield, and let it go.
I'd ask a why, but you'de just laugh
The explanation I'll never have
Because you're the girl I cannot have.