Posted by paxvox on June 9, 2003, at 18:20:32
In reply to I like this song, posted by tina on June 9, 2003, at 18:02:32
One part of me wants to tell you everything,
one part just needs the quiet.
And if I'm lonely here, I'm lonely here,
and on the telephone you offer reassurance.I will not take these things for granted.
How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry? It needs a strength I haven't found.
But if it's frightening, I'll bear the cold,
and on the telephone you offer warm asylum.I'm listening;
flowers in the garden,
laughter in the hall,
children in the park.I will not take these things for granted, anymore.
To crawl inside the wire and feel something near me. To feel this accepting.
That it is lonely here, but not alone, and on the telephone, you offer visions dancing.I'm listening;
music in the bedroom,
laughter in the hall,
dive into the ocean,
singing by the fire,
running throught the forest,
and standing in the wind, in rolling canyons.I will not take these things for granted. I will not take these things for granted, anymore.
Toad The Wet Sprocket 1991
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