silhouette

 

fold the page of your magazine

it talks too loud, I need to hear your voice tonight

remember when you speak that sayin’ nothin''s quite alright

 

come on over here

play the coy, but you know you aren’t hard to get

a simple whisper, hypnotized

a smile, and you’re obsessed

 

now don’t be shy

there’s more in these years than we’ve ever tried

 

remember when I met you, girl?

our eyes just locked and your face turned scarlet red

I swear I heard an angels’ choir singing in my head

 

you were just so shy

there was more in your fears than was in your eyes

 

pictures taken yesterday coiled in my hand – I won’t let go

I guess I’ve got to trust that you know something I don’t know

don’t ask me why – you can’t know love ‘til you die inside…

 

Saturday afternoon I’d had enough, the words just played beyond my reach

you placed your finger on my lips and kissed me on the cheek

I must have been so blind to never see you comin’ up from behind

you stole my heart, you stole my sword, and I'll let you steal my pride

 

now don’t be shy

you could take it all if you’d only try 

 

I can see the beauty of your silhouette and hear you close the door…

 

I believed the story books before

but I don’t think that I have to anymore…

 

© 1992 lance saint ash