Wait-Wait-Wait-
Before you go I want you to know
All that you were and the sound that you made when you moved
Before you leave I need you to see
All that you mean, you would hardly believe it
Sitting in the kitchen wondering how it is I'll tell you this
When the phone rings, so i start right in then:
We are shells or instruments, inside there's sound that speaks to us
If you listen, and I've been listening
And I'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic bullsh*t
But maybe that's all I've got
Maybe that's all I've got
Sorry to confuse you with some foolish thing that misses truth
But maybe that's all we are
Around a brightly dying star
These spiralled shells, so sexual, could out-reveal the texts we dwell upon
Or maybe not, but certainly
A sound that's free can open me and easily
Just rip my heart out, and start me shouting:
This is how I feel... listen
I'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic bullsh*t
But maybe that's all I've got
Maybe that's all I've got
Sorry to abuse you with this ruthlessly sadistic music
But maybe that's all I want
(I'm just a really pretentious guy)
But wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!
Before you go, I want you to know
All that you were, and the sound that you made when you moved
Before you leave, I need you to see
All that you mean, you would hardly believe it
You would hardly believe it...
If i could just speak it...
But this is how I feel...