Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Just to Taste the Air
3.28.05
There are no thoughts
There are no sounds
There are no words
When you’re not around
There are no smiles
There are no frowns
There are no meanings
When you’re not around
There’s no ocean
There’s no sky
There’s no laughter
No need to cry
There’s no feeling
When you’re not by my side
I breathe just to believe you are here
I breathe just to taste the air
There’s no motion
In this dead town
There’s no dawn
When you’re not around
There’s no rain
But I’m breaking down here
I breathe just to believe you are real
I breathe just to taste the air
So come back to me
I’ll be standing here
Waiting desperately
For you to reappear
Come back to me
I’ll stand forever here
Waiting desperately
For you to reappear
I breathe just to know you’re there
I breathe just to taste the air
I breathe just to know you’re there
I breathe just to taste the air
I breathe just because you’re there
I breathe just to taste the air
Just to taste the air...
So come back to me
I’ll be standing here
Waiting desperately
For you to reappear
There are no hellos
There are no good-byes
No good-mornings
No good-nights
There’s just nothing
A hollowness inside
I can’t breathe
When you aren’t by my side
Just to taste the air
You said, “Just taste air”
When you’re not there
I just taste the air
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]