Dancing At a Picture Window
You are full up of moonlight
In all the right places
But now I like it best
When the sun shines on my face
It's not up to me
But when is fate going to intervene?
You spin out behind me
And what I saw I have unseen
Now I can't feel it when
My mobile cellular telephone will buzz
I dread when it's you and when it's not you
It's not like the way that it was
This sense of vague annoyance
Is really starting to get to me
A clue about the new you
Has yet to come
To me it's strange how when you change
All your old familiar friends seem new
It wasn't that you don't like me
Now it's that I don't like you
Now I can't feel you in
My mobile cellular life because
I am in a bow and I am moving
I don't know you like the way that it was
If I could move in slow motion
It would be a moving picture montage
As I pass your lit-up barred-up studio window
Hair wound tight but we feel the barrage
Sometimes I wish that I felt a thing
But you know I'm cold to the touch
Frosted over in terms of you
And what we want to hear so much
Sometimes I wish that I felt a thing
Sometimes I wish that I felt anything
But even now when I sing
It's not the way that it was
Copyright © Rose Melo | Year Posted 2011
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