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| Alan (02/99) I'm studying your face for a memory, of when I used to know you. While you play me a song you half know, in a pair of old socks and boxers. I'll remember the way your hair fell across your face, your fingers on the strings. The way you rejected my affections, yet the further you pushed me, the closer I wanted to be. If just once, you would put your arms around me, because you wanted to. I wouldn't have to memorise you. |
| Mountaineer (05/97) Look up here, here I am, atop the dragon's head, looking down on the world. A thousand bright lights of faraway places, beyond our imagination, dissappear over the edge of the earth. From here I can see the ocean. An angry young man in the throws of passion, I wonder if he knows, I'm watching. The red glow of sunrise, gives birth to the day, and the horizon swallows the moon. This is me, the me of the mountain, with the world at my feet. |