Who believes in a Fool's parade? Hello.
Adieu. Hello, Adieu. Hello, I do.
Not the street my feet tap upon moving
Towards you, you who walked into the back
of the room, and stood, your knee triangle,
the first of the angles from heaven 2 blue.
August to September where in splendor
I watched again as you worked magic in
magic working through my head, October
I was gone, but it was January
before I could courage muster to speak
even the least admittance of liking
and in February say its crushing
but March was word puzzles to say I love
April found the words given back to me,
Unread. So in May I said I love you.
In June I fell silent, as May's words hurt
You, and that I could not ever bear to do.
I send you dead flowers to remember
August seventh to July fifteenth, to
remember falling in love one last time.
A gift who's smile awakened life within me,
that life left behind to catch up on living
is now within my grasp again,
my love for you connected me back
to pure imagination, I'm sure there are
rational reasons, and you could tell me them,
I would lean on every lean word, and nod
at my stress indicators, and ...and ...and
measuring again the angle of your hair
as it passes by your ear, the color your
eyes take in whatever light...could
it just once be the moon...
when I last see you my thoughts will be
I love you
when I last see you today my words will be
Good bye. Who believes in a Fool's parade?
Adieu. Hello, Adieu. Hello, I do.
Not the street my feet tap upon moving
Towards you, you who walked into the back
of the room, and stood, your knee triangle,
the first of the angles from heaven 2 blue.
August to September where in splendor
I watched again as you worked magic in
magic working through my head, October
I was gone, but it was January
before I could courage muster to speak
even the least admittance of liking
and in February say its crushing
but March was word puzzles to say I love
April found the words given back to me,
Unread. So in May I said I love you.
In June I fell silent, as May's words hurt
You, and that I could not ever bear to do.
I send you dead flowers to remember
August seventh to July fifteenth, to
remember falling in love one last time.
A gift who's smile awakened life within me,
that life left behind to catch up on living
is now within my grasp again,
my love for you connected me back
to pure imagination, I'm sure there are
rational reasons, and you could tell me them,
I would lean on every lean word, and nod
at my stress indicators, and ...and ...and
measuring again the angle of your hair
as it passes by your ear, the color your
eyes take in whatever light...could
it just once be the moon...
when I last see you my thoughts will be
I love you
when I last see you today my words will be
Good bye. Who believes in a Fool's parade?