Stone by stone, I build up my tower
To where I can be alone.
By the minute, by the hour
Building up into that vast expanse of nobody but me
Building up until the people down there grow to small to see.
Had a dream that your hair
Grew into curly red wings
And you went sailing by my window with a smile.
You beckoned me to join you up in outer space
Without our masks and silly voices for a while.
But I can't do anything but hope and dream
And wile away my time
And I can't make anything but fantasies
Where I am reckless in the safety of my mind.
In case it seems disjointed: there's supposed to be something in between the two verses, I just haven't written it yet.
The problem with this song is that I like the part about the hair so much that whenever I work on it, instead of writing anymore, I just play that much over and over.
I think I'll call it "Wings."
Big booty, numbah thirteen!
Numbah thirteen, big booty.
What's especially weird is how usually it seems like audio gets slightly ahead of video when they are out of sync, but your video is a total winner and leaves the audio in the dust.
ReplyDeleteIt's sort of like watching a montage in a movie, when they show someone playing a show, but it's just visual..and there's another completely different song playing in the back..I can't explain it well.
ReplyDeleteAnyways, this is really great.