And I do believe it’s true, that there are roads left in both of our shoes, but if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too. So brown eyes I hold you near, cause you’re the only song I want to hear. A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
And if you ever leave me, I never will be sore, I’ll love you ’til you’re lonely. Then I’ll love you some more, just before.
I’ll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning in an open tab when your judgement’s on the brink. I’ll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as you’re lying there drifting off to sleep. I’ll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity’s done to you, you won’t have to strain to look into my etes.
I’ll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up, so you won’t catch a cold.