Saying 143
…I close my eyes
Feeling it in my blood
The greatest surge
Surprisingly I believe
It never dies
Should I be outside adoring the sun?
Should I be dancing the whole night long?
Should I be singing to the glorious One?
When it feels so right, can it ever go wrong?
For a moment I thought I had lost it
For a moment I doubted myself
For a moment, for a moment
I never thought it would go this way
A hollow mind now
All I can think of is you
And everything else
Seem beautiful all through and true
An empty canvas
An old wooden brush
I stare for so long
What should I paint?
Which colour should dominate?
Hogwash twirls?
Atypical splotches?
An empty paper
Lying before me
Dying for ink
What should I write?
Would doodles please you?
When metaphors collide
Would you run for the door?
Ah, me
Sometimes I don’t understand
I can’t see it clearly
Despite its strong current within me
Does this even make sense?
Can’t you see what’s going on?
I’ve been giving you sweet words
All through and true
But this is really me
I’m all crazy over you
My pen strikes best still
My brush paints miracles
I sing to the wind in silent voice
Echoing loud only in me
With all the words in the world
The Oxford may have to offer
Whatever language created
Or recreated
Dance steps retraced
Music notes tuned
Plays written and acted
Whatever the world has to offer
I still can’t find how exactly
How exactly can I tell them the man you are?
How exactly can I tell myself you are the one?
How exactly can I assure myself this is true?
How exactly can I sing praises to the Lord because of you?
How exactly can I make you see you’re all I ever wanted?
How exactly can I make you believe I’ll be true?
How exactly can I assure you this is true?
How exactly can I assure us, we’ll be there for each other?
How exactly can I say “I love you”?
Without revealing my heart, overflowing with love
Without revealing the madness of love overtaking me
Without bearing my soul, the gem of my life to you
How can I exactly?
Pretend and act cool about it?
I’m not you…
This is something new
Yet it feels like it was only a wakening
Of something long buried within
How can I exactly?
Shrug it off and lock it within?
I’m not you…
How exactly?
Tell me please…
How can I deny the simple truth of it?
How can I defy the beauty of it?
It’s glorious beauty…
How can I say “I love you”?
…without getting hurt
…firm assurance
How can I?
When all I think of is how dear you are to me…
And yet I wouldn’t even realize
I was thinking of you all the time…
Ah, me…
Falling in love with you, dear
Over and over again
Unerring confessions
Smiling every time your name touches my lips
I never knew it’d go this way
I never knew love could be so disastrous
I never knew…
…it was you who will make me feel this way
I’m mad
Madly in love
In love with one man
The man who is you
Does it make sense at all?
…because I wasn’t expecting you
Feeling it in my blood
The greatest surge
Surprisingly I believe
It never dies
Should I be outside adoring the sun?
Should I be dancing the whole night long?
Should I be singing to the glorious One?
When it feels so right, can it ever go wrong?
For a moment I thought I had lost it
For a moment I doubted myself
For a moment, for a moment
I never thought it would go this way
A hollow mind now
All I can think of is you
And everything else
Seem beautiful all through and true
An empty canvas
An old wooden brush
I stare for so long
What should I paint?
Which colour should dominate?
Hogwash twirls?
Atypical splotches?
An empty paper
Lying before me
Dying for ink
What should I write?
Would doodles please you?
When metaphors collide
Would you run for the door?
Ah, me
Sometimes I don’t understand
I can’t see it clearly
Despite its strong current within me
Does this even make sense?
Can’t you see what’s going on?
I’ve been giving you sweet words
All through and true
But this is really me
I’m all crazy over you
My pen strikes best still
My brush paints miracles
I sing to the wind in silent voice
Echoing loud only in me
With all the words in the world
The Oxford may have to offer
Whatever language created
Or recreated
Dance steps retraced
Music notes tuned
Plays written and acted
Whatever the world has to offer
I still can’t find how exactly
How exactly can I tell them the man you are?
How exactly can I tell myself you are the one?
How exactly can I assure myself this is true?
How exactly can I sing praises to the Lord because of you?
How exactly can I make you see you’re all I ever wanted?
How exactly can I make you believe I’ll be true?
How exactly can I assure you this is true?
How exactly can I assure us, we’ll be there for each other?
How exactly can I say “I love you”?
Without revealing my heart, overflowing with love
Without revealing the madness of love overtaking me
Without bearing my soul, the gem of my life to you
How can I exactly?
Pretend and act cool about it?
I’m not you…
This is something new
Yet it feels like it was only a wakening
Of something long buried within
How can I exactly?
Shrug it off and lock it within?
I’m not you…
How exactly?
Tell me please…
How can I deny the simple truth of it?
How can I defy the beauty of it?
It’s glorious beauty…
How can I say “I love you”?
…without getting hurt
…firm assurance
How can I?
When all I think of is how dear you are to me…
And yet I wouldn’t even realize
I was thinking of you all the time…
Ah, me…
Falling in love with you, dear
Over and over again
Unerring confessions
Smiling every time your name touches my lips
I never knew it’d go this way
I never knew love could be so disastrous
I never knew…
…it was you who will make me feel this way
I’m mad
Madly in love
In love with one man
The man who is you
Does it make sense at all?
…because I wasn’t expecting you