don’t speak to me tonight
I almost left without you
but something drew me back again
a wise friend once said
“in the end, we can always handle
more than we think we can”
and I’m counting on that
if friendship lasts forever
through times we are together
then I don’t know
if lovers breathe as one
and you like me alone
then I don’t know
that I can count on that
well there’s sacrifice and attraction
and there’s feeling and reaction
then there’s more
when there’s relevance I’ll matter
when you know what you’re after
I’d give you nothing, nothing
but it’s always more
more
confusion takes a seat
as hearts skip a beat
and I’m tired of the season
but somewhere along the way
sometime before I go away
I’ll finally find the reason
I’d better count on that
well there’s high-speed collision
and difference in vision
and then there’s more
don’t you know that reaction
‘s still a form of attraction
no less, no more
I count on that
I give you nothing, nothing
but it’s always more
more
you can count on that
Copyright L.M. 2008. (written March 3rd, 2008.).
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