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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

...mystery...

Each time you'd pull down the driveway I wasn't sure when I would see you again Yours was a twisted, blind-sided highway No matter which road you took then Oh you set up your place in my thoughts Moved in and made my thinking crowded Now we're out in the back with the barking dogs My heart the red sun, your heart the moon clouded I could go crazy on a night like tonight When summer's beginning to give up her fight And every thought's a possibility And voices are heard, but nothing is seen Why do you spend this time with me May be an equal mystery So what is love then, is it dictated Or chosen - Handed down or made by hand Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years Or is it just pop emotion - Handed down or made by hand And if it ever was there, and it leftDoes it mean it was never true And to exist it must eludeIs that why I think these things of you Oh, but you like the taste of danger It shines like sugar on your lipsAnd you like to stand in the line of fire Just to show you can shoot straight from your hip There must be a thousand things you would die forI can hardly think of two But not everything is better spoken aloud Not when I'm talking to you Oh, the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight Breaks a bottle to christen her Basking in the exploits of her thief She's a very good listener And maybe that's all that we need is to meet in the middleOf impossibility Standing at opposite poles Equal partners in a mystery - Handed down or made by handWe're standing at opposite polesEqual partners in a mystery

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