Your tears fell like quiet rain in the foggy meadow,
Covering the faint humidity beneath my heart's deep bellow.
Wanting to kiss you, I pulled out my umbrella,
Covering your tears gently, I gave you the pretty shoes of Cinderella.
I whispered in your ear," never give your real name-- never be the same",
"If you come down from heaven, it would be a real shame."
And there lies dispair, watching our smiles with a resentful glare,
As we sit there in the bed of flowers, down below the square.
"Sleep's for dreamers" says the uptight, slouching man,
"All things will die and I really have no time"
"To watch lovers kiss and cry-- I'm not really a fan,"
"Now stop your tears, they're getting on this old face of mine."
I stood up to him and then held your hand in mine,
I kissed you on the lips telling you it would all be fine
All the while not knowing that time was on his side,
And Satan did wave at us, singing his goodbyes.
When your tears did stop I felt quite proud,
And looked beyond the skies at the yellow sun.
It was forcing its way through the dark clouds,
And made me want to squeeze your hand and run.
For a bit, I lost you, and screamed, " where did you go!"
When you replied, " I'm here, don't look too long."
I had to ask again,"whats wrong?"
You said, " I don't really know-- but in my head I hear a gong".
I replied, " Oh, thats nothing from my song"
"But maybe we should put it in, if you think it would be strong."
"Oh I dont know", you said,
"But I will write you my own song."
"What kind of song, baby?"I asked you with a smile,
"The kind that makes you smile honey, and maybe for awhile."
"I like those," I said to you, "I can help if its worthwhile."
"Of course it is", you said, "come outside and don't beguile"
"I don't want you to trick the saints into acting out of style"
"Those high and mighty fools are very fake and hostile."
I sat outside with you and let you play your tune,
I told you it was beautiful-- "prettier than Claire De Lune."
You said, " I thought about it in a hot air balloon,"
But just materialized it here under the moon."
I told you, you looked pretty, like the flowers and the sky,
Or the sun at dawn, when it forgets to rise up high.
You told me I was silly, and i had to ask,"why?"
You said, "there's never reason, because reason said good-bye."
