makes me (part 2)
by jeremy cannon
Bathe in my sickness, but leave out the mess,
it's the seduction of your looks that I progressively undress.
Phenomenon is of woe, steady beat of a forgotten day,
and when my stars collide I sit up with elegancy, and say...
Keeps me goin', keeps me movin',
but I keep myself within reality,
and ready for failure, heartbreak, the truth.
She's a powerful ghost haunting my hell,
in other words, she makes me well.
She's a river flowing through a deserted summer,
I am wondering how long it will be before I love her.
Keeps me goin', keeps me movin',
but I keep myself within reality,
and ready for failure, heartbreak, the truth.
Crazy slices of deception, gray areas gain color and tone,
radio channels losing reception, leave and let me be alone.
Because if I can't have her then I can't have anything,
without winter, what transcends fall and spring?
Keeps me goin', keeps me movin',
but I keep myself within reality,
and ready for failure, heartbreak, the truth.
Sparkling wine, crackling flames of candletop nights,
forget Paris, Rome, Vegas and Spain, she is the sights.
Angelic walk with a sugar breath voice,
wave of hair in an ocean of beauty.
My eyes of emotion blink with shock,
as you walk forward to me.
Keeps me goin', keeps me movin',
but I keep myself within reality,
and ready for failure, heartbreak, the truth.
Save me, I beg of you...