Something in the Air
You know, that red dress is beautiful
Enough to knock the red from my eyes.
The omen playing across the speakers
Does nothing to advise
The danger of giving in
To what you give to me
A fool plays in it anyway
Some fools are meant to be.
It’s different when I’m here;
Maybe something in the air
Or just the fact that you’re in front of me
And I can see from your face that you care.
I’m still twisted up inside
But the knot isn’t so tight
The feeling of being in your arms
Keeps me lofty... light.
(2013)
