Imagining you here, makes things seem clear
And it kills and fades away all fears.
Tears, tears, tears, oh, why did I have tears?
The sharpness of melancholy hits like spears.
Something is inside me and only God knows
That I'm going through something that blows.
The wind carries my soul to who knows where
All I can see there is your fluttering hair.
And I'll be alright, babe, I'm only feeling
All the things I held inside for so long.
I'm doing it to myself so that I'll be healing
And be myself for us as I sing you this song.
I'm feeling, healing, twisting, turning
Holding, crying, kissing, yearning.
My soul is in the Everest and you appear
To imagine you there makes things so clear.
I'm in love, like you don't know
I'll write you forever so I can show.
But, no, I don't have to write it, no
You already know it shows
And if it didnt i'd feel so low
And I wouldn't deserve to feel this glow.
You left, but here you're fresh,
Deep down, buried in my flesh.
Our blood is all the same
Your soul within me is inflamed.
I feel you completely like rain
Falling all around me, its all the same.
Your eyes engulf my soul to proclaim
That I am you and you are me,
And all shame turns real lame.
I'm missing you so much baby,
So much its got me hazy.
I'm thinking and finding ways
To show myself It'll be okay.
And my arm hurts where I got scraped,
And your kisses could make it fade.
And your eyes could make it all okay
And since you're gone my mind's delayed.
Oh, baby, I miss you so much
Oh, God, I'm out of touch.
I'm going to sit and I wont rush
Until I'm calm again to touch.
Mind decay must cease
Brain matter will be at ease.
Sitting down, legs crossed
So I don't feel like Jack Frost.
I feel more like Robert Lee Frost
Writing from a soul that's not lost
But only feels that way sometimes
When a special lady can't read his rhymes.
And I'm good and I feel fine!
I just had to tell you how I feel.
To let it out in a short time
Makes me feel so real!
And I'm really healed, baby
So don't look at me with eyes of fear.
In my mind I hold you like my lady,
And Imagining you here makes things so clear.
And people send me messages, but they don't come from you
So I feel disappointed and start to feel the blues.
I begin to see Picasso crying by the picture of a muse
He's praying to it, crying, "where are my good news?"
And Dali comes to hold him, and dance for him nude,
But Picasso isn't cheered by this, he still feels crude.
Van Gogh will later come with a few points of view,
And Picasso will be healed, crying that he was ever confused.
And I'm not confused or feel abused,
And to use excuses I refuse.
Down the wall drips a red ooze
To try to make my mind short fuse.
There's no water to conduct a charge
And electrocution will not barge
To tell me what I have to do at large
And make the world realize what it thinks is small
is actually large.
