Between The Strokes...
She paints a picture of a night in the park,
Us all dressed up on a bench in the dark;
She has a glow lighting up everything stark,
She looks back sideways with my hand on her heart.
She paints paints a picture of a night by the beach,
Us all dressed in white as if cleaned with bleach;
The lights from the city through the darkness breach,
Her tanned face just beyond my arm's reach.
She paints a picture of a morning in our home,
Us sitting while I massage around her collar bone;
Her glasses on to read the book she longed to own,
She looks up into my eyes leaving it on her lap alone.
She paints a picture of a day under a tree,
Us sitting bodies intertwined and on her ...
The daydream I have had for years never changed,
It has been crystal clear except one part that was vague;
It starts with a passage under the right amount of shade,
Miraculously opening into a hall where shadows were forbade;
I saw me in a suit locking arms with the woman for me made,
I saw in my eyes the sparkle for She was beside me through the shade;
She didn't have a face or a body or any kind of shape,
But I could see my heart racing as if it was our first date;
I knew this image comes not after the proposal but after gaining age,
I knew it was well known by the world we for each other are made;
We walk into the light so slow that each second lasted a decade,
All the while it...
We talk about running away,
In good fun to keep the conversation alive,
But what if it turned out to be true,
That would be the story that in any gathering would thrive,
I don't know you that well and neither do you I,
But that's just the right amount of mystery to keep the spark alive,
I can make you amazing rotis,
While you can make me french fries,
I think this is enough to go on if you do too,
Because to figure the rest of it out we will have the rest of our lives.