Air And Smoke
I won't find love in a happy place
or find it in a strangers face
they are too numerous
and we are too few
for me to find what I had with you
and sometimes I wish
in some secret way
that the world might move on
and let tomorrow be today
is it my fault alone
or will the ending be unknown
a truth hidden from me
where only blind men can see
with fingertips and lingering lips
each caress a brush stroke
painting pictures with air and smoke
you are my wooden cross
and I am your Jesus figurine
my most significant loss
happiness beneath a guillotine
however fleeting
you have been worth the meeting...
or find it in a strangers face
they are too numerous
and we are too few
for me to find what I had with you
and sometimes I wish
in some secret way
that the world might move on
and let tomorrow be today
is it my fault alone
or will the ending be unknown
a truth hidden from me
where only blind men can see
with fingertips and lingering lips
each caress a brush stroke
painting pictures with air and smoke
you are my wooden cross
and I am your Jesus figurine
my most significant loss
happiness beneath a guillotine
however fleeting
you have been worth the meeting...
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