Lovesong To A Girl I've Yet To Meet


Well if it's true, it's what i've heard,
You need oxygen to breathe,
Then you've burned down all my forests,
And you've cut down all my trees,
So tight when i'm around you,
When you're sitting next to me,
Butterflies in my stomach,
They are showing,
No hope of being free,

Well if it's true, you're like a mountain,
And your conciousness is a stream,
Then i've waded through the water,
To the jungle of your dreams,
And i've reached the top, but there is no peak,
Just a cavern below me,
It's full of molten lava,
And it's bubbling inside you,
The desire to be freed,

So erupt, i'll be waiting at the bottom,
For your warmth to wash over me.
Your escape is my escape,
And i'd love to see you wake,
As you wake up beside me.

So erupt, i'll be waiting at the bottom,
For your warmth to wash over me.
We'll go to bed at sunset,
With no more tears, and no regret,
Yeah, 'cause finally,
We both have been set free.

© Saxon Drury-Godden, 06.