Out There
By: Noah Eaton
2/28/02

I wanted
To be somebody other like you
You wrapped your heart in bobbin lace
Trying to weave a parquetry of memories
I thought that
It was hopeless
Then you reached your hand out
And showed me the way

Your photographs
Are all I have now
You are all I want
I want you to be my souvenir
It’s not easy
It shouldn’t be so hard
How can I make you mine?
There has to be some destiny between you and me…

If I had the chance to
I would hold you
Hand in hand
We’ll fly away from here
It is so cold outside
And all you need is someone to care
Somehow I’ll wash away your tears
And find you out there

I feel weary
I wish you were there to hold me
Deep inside me
I find myself keep hanging on
I need you badly
Without you my heart just bleeds
Answer the phone
I need your company

If I had the chance to
I would hold you
Hand in hand
We’ll fly away from here
It is so cold outside
And all you need is someone to care
Somehow I’ll wash away your tears
And find you out there

Reach me
I have waited so long
Reach me
Without you, it’s hard to carry on

If I had the chance to
I would hold you
Hand in hand
We’ll fly away from here
It is so cold outside
And all you need is someone to care
Somehow I’ll wash away your tears
Will you find me standing out there…

Will you see me standing alone out there…
Will you find me…

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (02-28-2002 11:07 AM).]

paladin

Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away.

i don't think any woman wants to be a souvenir.  She wants to be wanted, not owned
The courting should never stop.

Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write.

Floria

"Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them"
(Oliver Wendell Holmes)