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