Light creeps through the blinds as I gently stroke her hair She sleeps She breathes She whispers silent sentences that'll never be heard She reacts to my touch as I gently let my fingers brush her bare shoulder The alarm is getting dangerously close to going off Filling the room with a loud, ridiculously happy, early morning radio Dj Threatening to ruin this moment This room This cheap motel room in the middle of nowhere Only 5 minutes to go and then Then she'll leave Go to wherever she needs to go I'll stay and count the hours, minutes, seconds Till I see her again The clock ticks and announces the remaining four minutes I smell her hair Coconut scented shampoo I want to grab hold of the smell and never let it go I want to store every sound of her voice, her breathing I want to be able to recall it at every second of the day But I'll fail I forget always too soon The remaining minutes are three I think of waking her up early to seduce her into staying a while longer but I discard the idea almost immediately Starting the day with rejection is not my cup of tea. Her clothes lie neatly folded on the chair Mine are scattered around the room Chaos meets order in a cheap motel room in the middle of nowhere My throat tickles but I swallow my emerging cough 2 minutes left Then we'll get dressed and leave this motel We'll part ways again As we always do and probably always will My girl, my wife, my queen, my woman, my everything words fall short to describe this creature by my side She holds power She holds the future She has control over my emotions a single sentence could cause bliss and distress a final minute starts counting down a power surge! a power surge! My music for a power surge! alas it won't happen I adore her nose I love her eyes I crave her lips I need her to stay and not leave in bloody thirty seconds My beard itches My muscles ache I've been lying in this position for too long Yet I can't move or she'll wake up early wake up 20 seconds early we can't have that can we? no we can't. We mustn't have that. Imagine the consequences the disappointment! 10 seconds I whisper three words just the three to end the countdown to end this charade to arrive at the finishline where I'll see my love run off in the distance as I fall on the floor exhausted and powerless three words I whisper. I whisper: I love you with one more second to go she mumbles 'I love you too baby'
Written
while listening to James Yorkston - St.Patrick
I feel you're moving around in my head, every day
my pulse is racing to speeds unkown, I must say
I walk by, shame the try, and stroll back to my seat
and I wonder why I can't bring this ship to the shore
bow my head to the girl who me makes me feel like I'm a bore
Makes me feel like a bore
I raise my head up and I see, you
Standing in the spotlight as I walk, on by
And I hope, that you see, whatever it is that I stand for
as I slowly make my way to the door
Shaking my head as I breathe in the freezing air
as I breathe in the freezing air
My face hardens as I feel, the cold
I don't care less if I freeze, to death
Cuz my dreams and my hopes are all frozen to the point
that they can't be melted by just anyone
it needs to be that girl that makes me smile at the sun
makes me smile at the sun
