My real name

I’ll go back to Manhattan,

As if nothing ever happened

When i cross that bridge

It’ll be as if this don’t exist

…..

We don’t have to speak at all

I won’t look in your eyes

And I won’t have to fall.

          Norah Jones, Back to Manhattan

In this old cafe

I come here everyday and watch you

I watch you

sometimes I hear your voice

over all the noise, you bleed through

and I hear you

slowly all the faces turn to yours

like no one else exists anymore

I’d talk to you if only I could speak

and I’d dream of you if I could fall asleep

people say love is hell

a shiny prison cell where time stops

but the door’s unlocked

now you’re apart of me

trust me I’ve tried to leave

I’ve tried to walk

but I’m all talk.

          Jon McLaughlin, If only I

hear your voice come across the pillows whisper sweet and low

in the dark we’re disappearing, in the dark we’ll go

up above i see specks of silver in the evening sky

specks of gold in the river running from deep moonlight

Darkness was my future
Hopeless were the patterns
Callous was my heart, so it seems

…..

But blessed was the daylight that
Flooded my hearts windows, and
Cleared the smoke that billows out

          - Andrew Belle, Daylight

I remember honey lips… and words so true
I remember nonstop earthquake dreams of you
You’re coming on fast like good dreams do
All night long

Still can feel you kiss me, love
Still can see your brown skin shine, shine
Still can feel you kiss me, love
Come on and drive me wild.

          -Matt Nathanson, Still

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